This is a poem I wrote when my Uncle Stanley was near death. It was a sad time. It is interesting how my perspective changed when Daddy died. My Daddy's steadfast courage in the face of death somehow made it a little easier to let go, and I became more accepting of growing old; the promise of heaven seems so much sweeter.
Death is all around me...
The people I've known all my life,
The strong men I've always depended on,
Are slowly fading away,
Breath by breath...
Change is hard.
I don't want to face the reality of life...
I want these dear loved ones to stay with me forever...
I don't want to get old...
I want to stay young, and I want them to stay young, too...
Hospice, labored breathing, keep him comfortable...
Words I don't want to hear.
Family gathering from near and far,
Hovering, watching, waiting...
Heartbeats grow weaker,
Eyes grow heavier,
Breaths get slower...
(c) 2010 K. LaVera Hill. All rights reserved.
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