Writing about a loss today. Maybe I will do some editing to this after NaPoWriMo ends...
the final day
perhaps she senses it
even in her numbed state
as the morphine seeks
to calm the pain,
she in her wheelchair
waiting for the ambulance,
because her bony hands
squeeze mine
with a strength
that belies her illness,
and her eyes
her eyes as if
saying goodbye,
and i
holding her hands
holding back the tears,
fear more
than she does
that by night,
she will no longer
be with us.
03/04/2011
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
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