By Kay Bradley
Some repent on their final day Some confess a sin Some just want to say goodbye to their loving kin Dad and Mom, married for fifty years Mom not as affectionate as he She rarely spoke of love or shed tears His love for her displayed for all to see The hospice nurse said the end is near I cried holding Daddy’s hand Mother sat with eyes still clear Her silence hard to comprehend Suddenly his eyes flew open, And smiled at Mother from his bed “You’re a good woman” final words spoken Then breathing stopped and he was dead Her love for him was never told Yet she gently took his hands to fold. She covered him with her best throw, And said, “I don’t want him to get cold"
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