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.
If you break up the poem. Would make the poem more easy to read. I like the questions and the desire of the poem. Wishes can make us hope and can teach us the truth. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote