I know you're ready to go,
your bags have been packed for years.
I've watched you, twiddling your thumbs,
anxiously awaiting departure.
It's been a long trip, hasn't it?
I hope you got the chance to see all the sights.
Each day spent here has been trying for you,
and I can see that you are homesick
when I look into your eyes.
Sometimes you think you've outstayed your welcome, don't you?
It's hard for me to watch you
while you beg your legs to walk.
And I catch you once-in-a-while,
tears running down your cheeks.
I hate to see you helpless.
You were our rock for so long,
now all but gone.
Have a happy flight, my rock,
my stone, my hero.
We don't want to keep you from home any longer.
I'll see you when I get there,
but for now, save me a good seat?
You are amazing person... Through all your poems I can tell you have a good heart! This is really touching poem...
Kind of sad. A lot more to the story for sure! But, you put it very well. Marilyn
Amanda, this is a brilliant read, thought-provoking, poignant, deep. Top marks. Love, Fran xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'anxiously awaiting departure' Elegantly put. For anyone who has sat with someone through hospice, your words refelct the peaceful acceptance. I tried to address the struggle some have with this in 'Looking for Encouragement In ICU.' Tom