Comfort And Sorrow Poem by Ozark Mountain Homegrown
Comfort And Sorrow
As he lay dying
In his hospital bed
We knelt beside, crying
Many things, never said....
He said….. I'm still here....
Though, he could not speak…..
He spoke through the tears
That ran down his cheek
We tried to give comfort
As we stayed by his side
But all of our sorrow and grief
Could not hide
He then pulled us close
And patted our heads
And gave comfort to us....
From that hospital bed
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5/5/2024 7:52:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem. It is hard to capture the emotions of terminal illness but this did it well. So often death is harder on others than on the oatient. Dick Lackman