Grief - The Death Watch Poem by Paul Warren

We stand in grief with our own thoughts around the bed
And see the loved one a situation we have all to dread
We were awakened by a ringing we did not want to own
So early in the morning shaking myself to answer the phone
Making our way to the hospital is the only way
To say a final goodbye for we know you cannot stay

And there you are on the pristine hospital bed
The death watch started on this day instead
Of those ordinary things that we would always do
A final prayer, a kiss goodbye and the ordeal is finally through
Was it the way that I envisioned it when it came to my mind
Or was it all just too painful a thought I did not wish to find.

© Paul Warren Poetry