She clearly remembers the
Moment of her husband's
Death.
He was only in his fifties, but the
Cancer treatments had
Failed.
Standing beside his hospital
Bed, during those transitional
Minutes when one hovers
Between earth and heaven, she
Spied a white figure moving
Toward her dear one.
When the silent visitor departed
Her husband had departed too.
She's convinced it was an angel
Carrying him home.
And I'm inclined to believe her.