Killing For Good Poem by Rachel Brewer

I still remember the day,
When you asked me to end your life.
You called me over to your dying side.
And after hours of begging I reluctantly agreed.
If only to stop your suffering.
You were in so much pain with your fatal disease,
And you couldn’t bare it any longer.
So on Monday evening,
On the date of your birth many years ago,
I turned off your life support machine.
And you slipped away into the night.

After you left I sat in disbelief,
I couldn’t come to grips with what I had done.
It was best for you, that much was right,
And it was with your blessing.
Still, I took a human life.
That life, however much pain it had,
Was still alive and breathing.
My only hope is that God will take mercy,
And know that I killed you for the better.