Aunt Cedar knew she was dying a little bit here a little bit there <br />The doctors all gave their opinions in three minute briefs once a week <br />Her family had been there supporting her as she was injected <br />With needles filled with Death's drugs and an Angel's relief <br />She was happy right up until the end when she just closed her eyes <br />Her breathing became as silent as the crickets outside who sensed her passing <br />She had always said not to harm the crickets in the garage <br />Even when the sound of their constant chirping would disturb her sleep <br />They were quiet now out of respect for their protector <br />The lone light in her room flickered and went out <br />Her husband of sixty years fell to her side and placed a kiss on his bride's lips <br />Her sons and daughters wept and held each other tight <br />She always wanted them to all be home at once and they were.... <br />Just for her.... <br />Poor Uncle Charlie, he begged her not to leave him here alone <br />Even though he knew it was meant to be this way <br />Because no one loved God or people quite like Aunt Cedar <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/most-good-people-get-to-die-in-their-sleep-in-loving-memory-of-cedar-gay/
