Rose

[floraquine]

As the smallest bit of life, left her through the crevises of her teeth, she prayed it was the last time. Then her lungs reached out for more and a stinging releif came over her frail body. Her smallish hand passes by the pillow that onced used to be warmed by the man she shared many of her first with. There were moments through the night when she would hear his wistleing breath that would capture hers. She quickly removed her hand and turned over where a scalding tear ran down her careworn face, then she wept herself bitterly to sleep.
All the nights this week have been like this for Rose. Sleepless, tearful nights ever since her true love, stepped into God's kingdom.