Day 3 PAD Challenge April 2015.
Palliative Care
the room was
quiet except for the soft chatter of the machines
talking among
themselves i wasn't sure if they were my friends
or enemies it
was alien territory
you seemed to sleep
to their rhythm of their voices did they chat about the day
whisper secrets they
learned as they watched by the bedside surely they overheard
the most intimate
exchanges on their screens were the results of their monitors
in a language
impossible for me to read they seemed to crowd around us
kept track of the
beat of your heart kept a graft of what was going on in your brain
your blood
pressure and then it was over they had done they job
each was
disconnected i missed the reassuring hum of their motors as they
were
rolled from the
room it was completely quiet now we would go to
palliative
care draw the shirt around us together
we would make his
last days as comfortable as possible and hold them forever in our
hearts
April 3, 2015
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Day 4 PAD Challenge April 2015.
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Day 4 PAD Challenge April 2015.
Prompt: Departure
poem.
That Day
how to talk about
your departure the most profound goodbye i have ever heard
or not for you
didn't say a word maybe the words had already been spoken
nothing could be
changed it all happened as it happened it would stand
we made
mistakes perhaps we didn't always fill in the blanks with our love
we were just
humans you and i still your departure
was like a word
erased you left your trace my love for you filled my heart
like a crystal glass
suddenly dropped to the floor splintering to a thousand pieces
when all is quiet i
find you are still here and my love for you is still here
perhaps we never go
anywhere just change the way others see us
April 4, 2015
3 comments:
I thought that was a great read, and flow. Well done!
"and hold them forever in our hearts." A beautiful sad poem. I can hear the finality of the silence once the machines were turned off - they must have been a reassuring sound while they were on. The finality of them being turned off must have been so hard.
You describe this experience in such vivid detail that one can't possibly ignore its truth and significance. Beautifully felt, Annell,
Elizabeth
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