The moonlight shines on her hair,
The stars missing from her eyes,
Hand slipping through mine,
Saying her final goodbyes.
Sending my son off to war,
Tears falling from both,
But he's not coming home,
So tears only from one.
Thanking the soldiers,
Proud to be his mother,
Hand over heart,
Smiling through tears.
Slow breathes,
In and out,
Supporting the patient,
But they won't live.
Heart failing,
Life draining,
Nurses rushing,
Silent shushing.
They're gone,
Call it.
told to write three different poems about the same thing. i chose death