His Last Mortality

His Last Mortality Pale face against the pillow, white as a bare new willow. Poison dripping in his vein, Red as blood, it dripped like rain. This newhomewasnot quality. He faced his last mortality. "Terminal disease", it was official. No precursor wasfound as special... I stood there by, syringe in hand and glanced at his gold wedding band. He rasply spoke of family, his wife, a son, and baby three. They entered the room, babe in arms. And I could see their special charms. Merona was his loving bride, He kissed her hand...and then he died. IlaMae (Ike) Stucki (c) 10/4/2011.