Self written Poetry

All you wanted was snow

Falling to the ground
Burying everything in sight
Funny because
You never really liked it

I called for hospice care
So I could keep you home
My fragile withering bird
I can clearly see every single rib

Eighty-three pounds
Standing five foot one
I cry myself to sleep
Watching you slowly
Fade away from me

Hospital bed arrives
You’re tired and lay down
Never to get up again
Eleven days of fading

Angel’s wings I hear
The snow finally begins to fall
It’s 7:30 a.m. December 21st
Sixteen years of fighting
AIDS has finally won

Rest in peace my love
While I linger still
Fighting ever
To be brave, to be true