A Good Death

[nhpeacenik]

A dear Friend, ninety years old
Has chosen a Good Death
Under her own Power
On her own Initiative.

In a Cottage with a neat little garden
She will slowly starve to Death
Fully engaged in Politics and Religion
To the End.

She remains herself
Laughing, arguing, driving around,
Hugging, Obsessing
To the End.
___________________

My Mom died, many years younger,
With neither mind nor body intact.
"If I get that way, just shoot me."
She'd said ten years earlier.
But I didn't.

And she hadn't shot her Dad
when he got "that way"
Either.