Making decisions at the end of a loved one’s life isn’t easy. Really there’s nothing more that needs to be said.


The sign says “ward 4a you’re in room three”,
A dreary room but warm with all we need,
What’s missing is that nurturing esprit
That simultaneously bound and set us free.

You snore and stir, at times I think you wake,
I sit with my smart phone and slowly write
These rhyming words that capture my heartache.
I know we’ll never more converse nor fight.

I’m waiting for the dawn I’m full of woe,
Today I take you home for you to die.
I hope its what you want, how can I know?
But home is where I want to say goodbye.

I want to keep you close not see you go,
But you want out; I don’t need words to know.

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