Near To The End Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being in the hospital with many doctors and nurses taking care of me,
helping me on the road to recovery.

Yet, it was a long and dreary journey that I thought would be the end
of me.

Having I.V.'s blow out or infiltrate in both arms, causing pain, bruising and many floods of tears didn't help the cause one bit.

Interiorly giving up, yet no one could tell that I was no longer
here with them.

Off on some distant horizon, I lay in bed as everyone worked around
me, not really noticing that I wasn't participating in life with
their efforts.

Nurses calling in swat members to start new I.V.'s, using ultrasound
to find a vein at times.

Without a sound a little nurse appeared at my bedside - I didn't know her - she took my hand, talking softly, trying to get me to
concentrate on the music playing on my radio.

Calming me down, trying to help me relax in the awful situations I
kept falling into.

When it was placed and running fine this little whisper of a nurse
would again disappear from my life.

Then it happened again, and suddenly this little nurse whispered in and took my hand, gently speaking to me interiorly - the only place I
could be reached - and somehow she knew it.

Helping me through another episode, speaking softly, quietly -
relentlessly, getting me to respond and relax so the I.V. could
again be placed.

Last time this whisper of a nurse came to help I saw the most
serene countenance on her face as she took my hand and I knew she had been sent by God.

An angel to bring me forward into the present.

After that whenever I saw her, I'd say 'my angel is here'.

When discharged from the hospital, I didn't think I'd see her
again in life.

God had let her serve her purpose helping me and I was eternally
grateful for her presence in my life so near to it's end.