Her Last Breath Poem by Kevin Patrick

Her last breath...
Was not foreclosed
By a heavy toll
Of ages design
Or collateral costs
of ravenous time
It was not spent
Within a circle of family
Nourishing love
As they applauded
Her reaching
Life's finishing line


No...


it was stollen
Without warrent
In a remorseless
Storm of bullets
Harvested by rage
And Hates undying pride
It was spent
Scared and alone
In a makeshift
Combat zone
Between produce
And aisles 5


She didn't have
The privlige
Of playing with
Grand children
Or giving her love
A last kiss
After sixty years
Of wedded bliss
She was denied
Writing her last page
And journey towards
lands of light




Eighty six years
Surviving wars
And family plots
Climbing defeats
And reaching peaks
of basking triumphs
Nearly a century
Wiped out
In seconds
Through the barrel
Of a gun
And adolescent hate


Her last breath...
Was taken
By a child's hand
And her countries mark