Miss Beautuful
"Well, there's Miss Beautiful," as I approach the porch step
Another cherished day - for a horrid illness crept
Bold brown eyes, with a happy, gentle smile
Every last second was ultimately worth while
He's a veteran; one hand with two missing fingers
Our breaking hearts full of fearful provision lingers
Perhaps we wait for a finale of relief
Hoping that his pain should only be brief
A protruding round belly, and tattoos on his arms
Deteriorating - his body undergoes slow fatal harms
And still, as he helplessly lays right there,
One last "Miss Beautiful" I get to hear
Now he feels perfect; and walks upon his perfect lawn
(that's what he'd always wanted) and from the world he is gone
He is freed of his suffering, truly happy at last
and with much beauty we'll always remember his healthy past