Concluding Thought

The final moment; a concluding thought.
One last breath
as her index finger
simultaneously jerks.

Jaw clenching shut; nerves still twitching.
Her only daughter
watches in horror
as her body convulses.

Blood-stained dentures; unfinished game of solitaire.
No concluding explanation,
no final goodbye;
only perpetual heartache.

I love and miss you very much, Granny.
August 3, 1920 - February 9, 1996
May you finally be at peace within yourself.