I used to take for granted the very air I breathe.
Now these days I am begging God for one last breath.
One last breath so that I may see my love ones face.
One last breath so I may smell spring flowers as they bloom.
One last breath so I may get a final taste of my favorite food.
One last breath so I may kiss my love goodbye.
I know with ALS I am asking for a lot when I ask for one last breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insidious disease. Your poems tells us all that we should be thankful for and enjoy the time we have. Thanks for sharing.