for my aunt

Pink tinged morning clouds drift through the sky,

Radiant yet peaceful.

Beside me you lie so still, your breathing aided

By oxygen, your body filled with morphine and

Other drugs to make you comfortable.

Like clouds, memories drift through my mind

Of what you have meant - to me and others in my life,

Many of them no longer around, yet ever present in our hearts.

The colour fades from the clouds, as life ebbs from you.

For so long I have grieved for you,

The condition which robbed you of too much.

And when you leave, as in time you must,

I will rejoice at your reunion with those who went before, 
While grieving further for what I have lost.