In Bitterness Grieving Poem by Jean Mallette

There were no flowers save what we brought-
No tokens of thanks for all you wrought.
No one to grieve but your mom and your dad,
Alone to cherish the times that we had.
Your friends all forsook you-they scattered like sand.
No more they'll exploit you, my brave little man.
Not one would come by to pay some respect
For the love of my life I longed so to protect.
Alone in the darkness, I cry out your name.
Alas, I know life will ne'er be the same!
A heart big as heaven; a body so frail;
You struggled so long, but could not prevail.
I watched as the doctor ended your life;
T'was murder by morphine-not by gun nor by knife;
But murder the same as I recall to this day
Your eyes of blue dialating as you faded away.
I long to come to you with each dreaded breath;
Oh, God, forgive me for longing for death
But shattered in pieces too small to put back,
My heart longs to know its own fatal attack.
I'm sorry to all who might grieve when they see
That death took us both when it took you from me.