I hold your tiny hand,
I can feel each bone .
Your tears fall gently
On my left wrist.
I know you feel alone.
Towards the end, it seems to always go like this.
I tell you, “ Not to be afraid “.
That, there’s nothing to fear.
You lift your tear filled eyes,
And look into mine.
Without a word, your eyes speak as if to say
“ How do you know my dear.
The truth is , I haven’t a clue.
I can’t say what waits for us.
Once our lives are finally through.
I’ve held the hands of many ,
As death began to pull them away.
I don’t think I’ll ever , find the
Right words to say.
I’m sorry that I can’t ease your suffering,
Bring your painful wait
To a swift , sudden end.
That’s what I would want
From a dear close friend.
But, we are not Gods,
We must follow the rules .
Perhaps they were written by holy men,
Or maybe just jotted down on paper,
By some drunk fools!
Either way, this is what waits for us towards life’s end.
Nothing more can I do,
Just sit closely by you, and
Hold your tiny hand.
My sweet, dear departing friend.
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2018 02:18
- Category: Sad
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Life's greatest scripture, it's greatest verse: Playing along to a somber tune as we wait for the day that it no longer chimes. A nice work, well done.
Thank you 🙂
A sad melancholic but great work Resa
Thank you 🙂
Very poignant Resa.... and I agree that slow deaths are beyond cruel...........
I know.
It’s confusing for me because , I don’t believe in suicide.
Yet, I feel that towards the end of ones life, when there’s no hope of recovering.
Why force people to carry on , keep going.
I actually wrote this for my mother in law Sharlene.
She’s 84 and her body is just giving way to age.
She has fallen countless times, had three back surgeries in rhe past three years.
I’ve been assisting in her care for about a year now.
I can tell by looking in her eyes, she probably will slip away mentally soon.
She’s never been an outspoken woman.
Her husband is very domineering and controlling.
He gets angry at her for “ Not trying hard enough “.
He refuses to accept the fact, that she’s dying.
Sorry to ramble on.
Clearly im trying to sort out my own feelings regarding this issue.
Thank you for reading .
Resa
Beautiful poignant write Resa.
Thank you:)
I thought it was a little baby very ill at first, until I read the comments afterwards.
Oh my, I knew someone, passed away age 100. The wife was quite strong physically to care for him, but he would not have home-care. He made her 'suffer' in a way for 28 years as his sole carer, yet said he loved her.
Sometimes I think 'OMG the ****** lingered on until age 100'. We could get very angry, as he COULD afford home-care, but would not have it. However, she's free from that now, but misses him.
In the case of mother in law.
She would like to have home care and they can afford it as well.
Her husband is just so controlling that he insists being at home alone with her.
I think the time is coming soon where one of rheir kids needs to step in and take care of buisness.
That hubby will certainly 'suffer' if and when she departs. We don't wish harm to many people, but........ there are some we do. Oops I should not say OMG. Some say 'Oh My Days' instead.
Very well written poignant work!
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