My wishA Poem by Daniel Amicucci
As I lay on my death bed they asked for my final wish. What was my final wish? I had never thought about that. Would it be to have that dress I wanted,? Or maybe those shoes? No those would be selfish wishes. I had to think about my family..about him. I had made up my mind... but it wasn't a wish the doctors or my family ccould do. I wished...for him to forget me. So he wouldn't have to deal with the pain. Then I felt complete and I shut my eyes and let the darkness creep slowly upon me.
© 2012 Daniel Amicucci
Added on May 25, 2012
Last Updated on May 25, 2012
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