Just One More Day Poem by Sandra Martyres

Death stares me in the face
Dares me run to her final race
Yet I sit here clinging to hope
In my dour white hospital robe
I watch quietly as my friends
Sign out leaving empty beds
They who have answered the call
Of the Angel of Death hovering
Around the room almost constantly
She has already made her choices
And I know that I am one of them
But each morning I plead that she
Gives me just one more day so that
I can savour one more happy memory