Ending 2

She lies in bed
her life leaking out –
so fragile now.
Medicated for calmness,
slips in measured increments,
easier to move, manipulate,
a rag doll . . .
her life ticking away
moment by moment
as I sit and watch and wait
for the end of
a remarkable woman
who did  so much,
rose to such high levels,
and now a hollow vessel –
life measured
by the sound of her breath.

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