Good Woman Poem by steve zabaldo

Today, somehow I knew
So I went to the home
To visit, to sit with her
This day, somehow I knew

Seizures stole her dignity
Leaving only her pride
The last of her being
And then there was, the pain

The pain, the morphine nurse would
Ease the pain, assuming
Her end. But she refused
Respite, and the pain endured

The second dose should do it
As the morphine nurse with
Sober eyes betrayed. She grasped
The air and sighed “no more”

I held her hand. Her lungs
Whispered submission, then
Lay unburdened. I held her
Hand. Goodwill good woman