The last message
Eyes shut close, shallow in breathing
No aroma of living kind
No small talk as it was
No laughter
No grunt
No yell
Along with the wind blow
Fall come to single life
Fade is the light of fire
In her eyes, time stand still
For no sun will rise
No breeze of wind will shiver her
Small request was made
Small request of the nearly passed away
‘Tend my rose, darling’
So tending my darling rose, I am
As what she did in the last 30 years