My darling, sleep, and never wake.
though it may cause my heart to break,
The morphine drip is a kinder fate
than that which would befall you.
Swollen limbs, incessant pain,
The Doctors think just days remain.
When life is only life in name,
No joy remains before you.
So hold my hand in your tight grip
as when our youngest child was born.
I promise I won't let it slip
Until it is no longer warm.
You gifted me with forty years.
In health and sickness, we were a team.
Now, at last, you are at peace,
Sleep my love, perchance, to dream
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