Clear tubes
Liquid dripping, in intervals of little consequence
Feet walking
Running, up and down the hallways on the other side of the door
The steady beeping is deafening
Though she knows the sound cannot possibly be as loud as it seems
She pretends to be engrossed in magazines
Surreptitiously looking for the rise and fall of his chest over the edge of glossy pages
But the beeping is echoing
Rebounding off walls that she has resurrected in her mind
Walls that will protect her when nothing else can
Doctors and nurses come and go
Pleasantries and smiles are exchanged
She listens, analyzes the medical jargon
In short, there's nothing else that can be done
He will be moved to hospice
Eyes glistening
Blinking repeatedly
Refusing to let the tears fall
Refusing to show how much she's breaking to the other three occupants in the room
Walls
Walls
She’s fine, she’s safe
He will be too
After six days, he's moved to hospice
There is no telling how long he'll be there
They're estimating two weeks
She will see him the next day
She will drive over after work, park, speak with the receptionist, and say her good byes to one of the people she loves most in the world
But the bed has hardly had a chance to warm before his body turns to ice
There is no driving, no parking, no speaking
She can’t
She can only cry and try not to breakdown completely until she’s home
Home, where for days she won’t eat, won’t speak - only cry, comforted as much as she can be by a loving mother’s warm embrace
She will learn that Amazing Grace is the worst song
And taps will forever resonate within her
- Author: summergardenia ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2022 14:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to my grandfather
- Category: Sad
- Views: 13
Comments1
You have my deepest condolences. You’ve really pulled my heart’s with these words. May you find peace🙏🕊and may your grandfather Rest In Peace✝️🕊
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