Morphine

He came home
Vulnerable and frail
Yet he smiled
As we relived old tales
The days wore on
His smile replaced
by a look forlorn
He tried to tell us
that God beckons
We held his hands
Rubbed his feet
To try and ease
his suffering
The weeks past
he grew weak
By his bedside
we willed him to wake
Now the life was just
a dream....