Explosions in startling wonder, fires kiss the surprised sky. Heart wrenched in thunder, amiss, amidst the last of July. Doctors I cursed as being worse than futile, their knowledge fruitless, their cures useless. Arrogance in incompetence, downgraded from gods to men, to a man, they washed their hands and left the worst to the nurses. They could do no more than Morphine, terse in miser measured mercy.
Time distends as each labored breath extends an eternity.
Something needed to be done to end her torture, because she could not pray, I prayed for her. Humbled perhaps in the chapel, before my stumbled prayer passed, she had breathed her last. There are no beginnings, only the end, of my Mother, and my best friend. My heart still breaks recalling the last time she was awake. More eloquent than I've ever been, Greater than any words I've ever read, And harder than anything I've ever done, Were those tear blurred words between Mother and Son.