POETRY

 

CAN DEATH BE FAR AWAY?

 

Upon the bed, he lays,

Yet so very still,

His body rigid, limp,

Moves not, against his will.

Days pass, unbeknownst to him,

Loneliness, he accepts.

As the days progress.

The weeks pass readily,

He quietly accepts his fate,

Questions, “Why can’t I move?”

His life ebbs ever so slowly,

But never realizes,

That soon- too soon-

Death is beyond the door,

How beautiful the ending be-

A mind frozen in time,

Not aware of what waits for him,

And thee!

Only, Alice are you there?

“Come down & see me,”

He calls endlessly, for the love,

His bride of fifty years.

Her heart heavy with grief

Bears the pain with dignity,

And sets his heart & mind

At rest, for the long sleep-

Where the angels await,

His body with no imperfections,

Heavenly gates open to free

His imprisoned body, at last!

 

Footnote:

My husband is now being cared for by Hospice.

He is deteriorating quickly.

But there is time to prepare, for what no one knows

The day of resolution!

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