Memories of Last Words

“My hands are much warmer,
now I will sleep.”
Hours after La Bohème,
my eyes still sore.
“I just want to get home,”
came before the
fatal car accident.
“The babies, the babies,”
cried a friend with cancer.
Now, I can’t sing
“For where your treasure is
your heart shall lie”
without tears. Her treasure
was those babies.
Not everyone has fame,
but all who speak
have last words. “Grass, trees, leaves,”
said the dentist.


2 responses to “Memories of Last Words

  1. This one has me thinking

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