Last Words

I was in my twenties when my great-grandma died. She lived a long life unlike her husband who died in a car accident when he was fifty-six. Recently, my grandma was telling me about my great-grandfather's death. She told me that the night before he died he and his wife had made a bonfire, and while they sat around the bonfire together, he quoted this poem to my great-grandma:

"This little strip of light twixt night and night that we call today. If tomorrow never comes at all, at least we've had today."