As I lay on the bed
Thoughts swirl in my head
\"Pressure falling\" Nurse read
But so many things still unsaid
Forgive me for hurting you
For not being grateful too
The times I made you blue
Screaming words that are taboo
But love was there all along
Even as I did so much wrong
And now you have to be strong
As I go to where I belong
Speak words that are always kind
They\'ll seep into the hearts and minds
Of our loved ones left behind
And of us they will remind
On this bed to me it occurred
That these words I uttered
These words of mine you heard
May well be The Last Word.
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An elderly relative is gravely ill in hospital. His spouse was seated beside holding his hand and whispering softly to him. Their daughter told me her mum has been by her dad\'s side since admission 2 weeks previously and the doctor had just said it would now be a matter of hours.
But death can strike any time, even crossing the street, at school, no warning at all. How can we predict that morning we leave for work is the last moment we see our loved ones? The last moment we say or hear the last words?
MPS friends, This is my last poem posting. I have really enjoyed reading and sharing poems since I joined on 28th October 2021. Many of you are so inspiring and encouraging and give poets a reason to continue on this poetry journey. But now I plan to spend more time practising my drawing, guitar, learn new languages, read and garden more, travel and spend more time with my family.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye and to Teddy, Arriverdeci.