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Last Breathe in a Bottle
March 24, 2017
The last breath he ever took
will forever be filed in this vile
that hang by a tube
and sways in my sight.
As I stare at it sharply,
the memories dance through my head
and the tears dash down my face.
Some of sorrow
and some of solace.
Though it's just a reminder of reminiscence
that this small substance has so much meaning.
A half life of 43 years
that was sniped too short,
has all been condensed
and printed on to a pocket-sized piece of paper.
His heart beat remain beloved.
© LZ A., Grand Junction, CO
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This poem is about at artifact that I have. Before my uncle passed away, the nurses gave us a copy of his last heart beat, printed it on to a small piece of paper, stuck it in a little vile, and gave one to each of my family members. It is very special to me.