I could see the ceiling ,I stared at it
I could hear people hushing ,standing close to me
I wanted to speak ,words wouldn’t come out
I tried to look at the faces,vagueness only
They started fading slowly
I could hear feeble cries
I felt kisses on my cheeks
A hand pressed mine tightly
Oh !! that was my daughter.
I couldn’t open my eyes ,
Voices started moving afar
Slowly and slowly -I left them .
I have tried to pen down the final moments of a person in response to the daily post prompt final.Final