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Day: May 8, 2022

Gentle Lies in Truth

The last thing he’d remember
Just before he’d die,
The last words he’d remember,
Her last words were a lie.

His mother in attendance,
His wife was at his side,
The music softly playing;
Within the room he died.

In the grief they’d gathered,
To say their last goodbye,
His wife and her two daughters
And mother all would cry.

Perhaps the grief too much to bear,
Perhaps for slights unknown,
Missing from the last farewell,
His daughters had not shown.

Drifting out of consciousness,
Uncertain of the sounds,
He heard his partner comfort him
As slipped he earthly bounds.

Assured him of their presence,
She eased him through the gloom;
Assured him that his daughters
Had joined him in the room.

The last words he’d remember,
Her last words were a lie;
The last thing he’d remember
Just before he’d die.
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