The Last Goodbye Poem by Terry Donovan

I looked at my wife, my wife looked at me,
We both looked at the nurse
Who spoke to us with tear-filled eyes:
'Her condition is getting worse'.

'We've done all that is possible
To try and save the day
But our best wasn't good enough -
Now we can only pray'.

And so we prayed - what else to do?
And I was far from sure.
I spoke to God more earnestly
Than I'd ever done before.

The God that I'd rejected
And I only hoped somehow
That he would overlook my past
And listen to me now.

We stayed with her till morning came.
The doctor said, 'It's best
For everyone right now
If you go home and rest'.

We kissed her thin and sallow cheek,
We spoke, but no reply.
A question hovered in the air -
Was this our last goodbye?

For her, tomorrow never came.
But we prayed once again,
Sad but glad that God had heard
And rid her off her pain.

He's taken her to heaven,
He's taught us to be brave
And smile with pride when daily we
Put flowers on her grave.