You left in the Morning
I promised I would return in the morning
And I did
I was late because the driver
Had many stops to make
I was not the only one
There were many
Stops and starts
Drop off one
Pick up another
Still when I arrived
The woman at the desk
Recognized me
And asked to be sure
She said
He has just passed
I was too late
Too see you one last time
The night before as I was leaving
I stopped at the desk
And asked how long it would be
I was told, “Oh, it might be weeks.”
The morning came and you
Were gone
Before I left home
I asked you, “ What should I hope for?”
Your answer, “That he does not suffer long.”
Long? How long is too long?
What is the measurement?
How is one to know?
Written for: https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com Aubade
https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com Aubade
7 comments:
Such a deep heartbreak, Annell, arriving those few minutes too late. They say sometimes people prefer to pass on their own, but I know how you longed to be there, to comfort him as he passed into the light. A sorrow like this lasts forever, I know. Your poem is a beautiful tribute to your beloved son.
I can feel the heart break and the loss. Very moving and well written.
Truly a mournful poem. How difficult it must have been to have arrived just a little bit too late. Very moving writing!
You capture both the bewilderment and the loss here. A very moving piece, Annell.
Some mornings are so heartbreaking. With our loved ones, we walk through the path of trepidation and loss and live in a forever void. A beautiful poem Annell.
I can't imagine how painful that morning must have been, to have missed his passing by moments. Your emotions surrounding that moment, the interactions, the careless uncertainty of how long he had left, all add to the devastation of the loss. So sorry you had to go through that. May you take comfort that his suffering is at an end.
(Sorry had to delete earlier reply due to typos)
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