I hope that she dies in her sleep,
silently, painlessly, unknowing; and
that I will wake up and find her,
cold and peaceful.
I will freak out, of course, and
call friends until someone can
tell me what to do.
I hope she lasts till summer –
I can picture us in the
back yard, her asleep in the
grass (she sleeps a LOT),
me in a lawn chair, reading.
I think she would like that.
Even as she is slipping away, there
are things she is aware of and I think
a summer day would
warm her soul.
I don’t want her to die now when it’s
I will bury her by the garden, near
the zinnias, near the colors she can’t
really appreciate, but I do.
I want her to be in a happy place.
I want to smile when I remember.
by Cher Bibler