His gentle hands tuck the blanket,
around my weak and weary bones.
Placing a kiss upon my forehead,
he reminds me, I am never alone.
Sixty years ago, he made a vow;
to honor and cherish our love.
Till death do us part,
he promised God above.
The doctor gave disturbing news;
my health is declining fast.
Martin can no longer care for me;
in our home, this is my last.
Yesterday was Christmas;
we spent the day together.
Holding hands by the fireplace;
remembering promises of forever.
Martin goes and gets a gun;
and tells me to close my eyes.
I let a tear slip down my cheek,
as we both say our goodbyes.
My love for him will never cease;
I know he loves me so.
This final act was based on love;
he could not bear to let me go.
The bullet enters my heart,
and shatters my body, so frail.
He turns the gun upon himself;
“I’ll see you love, behind the veil”.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from the book “To Conquer Or Die Trying”
About the Author
Debra McLain resides in California. She is a mother to two daughters and three granddaughters. She works in agriculture, although her passion is in writing. Her dream is to publish a best seller regarding her twenty-eight year battle with an eating disorder and the spiritual awakening that followed.
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