Were You There?
It was my turn,
to watch over you that afternoon.
I was in the chair next to your bed,
when the nurse came to check on you.
I was aware fluid was building in your lungs;
a sign death was coming.
When the nurse said it was likely
to happen that night
I was taken aback.
The certainty was voiced
by another with quiet assuredness.
I sat frozen in the moment
I wanted to cry out like a child
“no you can’t go!”
Instead I broke down crying.
The call to my sisters
Was fraught with emotion
“come now, it’s time”
I prepared the room
for their arrival.
I talked to you
as I moved furniture around.
Explaining Jean would want to
Sit close to you
I hope you heard.
Death is not what I thought it would be.
Death washed over you
peacefully, silently.
You’re breathing softened;
to nothing.
Your heart was as
defiant as you were in life
coming to a resounding final rest.
Silence filled the room
wrapping its soft arms around us,
as our grief filled our souls.
I bent over to kiss your cheek,
It was cold and pasty.
It was then I realised you had passed much earlier
than we were aware.
Were you there, watching on
Mothering the living?
I hope you were there.
Luvbeingadyke
Words Forsaken
I know this despair intimately, old history, an old door
I feel shame, confusion
A deep sadness
My sorrow is profound
Words abandon articulation
I am left with grief
I never wanted to hurt, to cause pain
But I did
Your love is sacred
Your happiness is vital
I lay before you naked with love
To you I surrender
And ask for forgiveness
Trust is to be earned, to be respected
Words are forsaken here
It is in the deed where trust is cherished and nurtured
In time
Luvbeingadyke