Selecting dignity for the final goodbye
To end the suffering and future in great pain
But knowing flowing tears will be seen as soft rain
Throughout remaining days, as last visits will fly

As the date approaches, being ready to die
My love ones surrounding while I reminisce love
Flowing to memories of late husband as dove
Will I be united in the arms above sky

Knowledge of this closed end to permit final words
The one flavor lacking to sprinkle past this pain
As the final big meal withstands the hurtful slain

Being able to write as freeing as the birds
Final poem of my soul, final poem from my hand
Let me now rest in peace surrounded by my band.