Her Last Glass Of Prosecco Poem by Deanna Samuels

A good friend recently related a sad story,
a real-life story,
a story of a dear friend who was full of life,
kept a busy schedule,
had many, many dear friends,
went out for lunch or dinner,
always, always, having a glass of Prosecco.
A day came knowing she was slowing down,
decided didn't want to drag it out.
Had papers prepared for The MAID,
not immediately, a few months ahead.
Shortly after, a fall, the dreaded broken hip,
ambulance, ER, hospital bed,
talk of hip replacement, physiotherapy.
No, she said to herself, didn't want that,
had The MAID brought forward.
A few days later, her only family, a daughter,
came to be by her side, a photo taken,
a half glass of Prosecco held in her hand,
said their goodbyes, sadness held within.
Soon it was over, another poignant photo,
a photo of her hand holding an empty glass,
she had had her last glass of Prosecco.

Written at Courtice, Ontario - 20th March 2025