Life hangs in a vacuum.
Hesitant to plan anything
Go to town, invite friends to dropp in,
We get on with our tedious routine
While, full of selfish concerns,
We pray it does not happen
At too inconvenient a time.
We've been waiting for weeks
To hear it's over, his fight
Being waged to stay alive
Just one more day, one more night.
He's not someone we've been close to,
Or even very much liked,
But he is family, part of the clan.
Why does he have to struggle so?
For inevitably he will lose.
It's a matter of time the doctors say
While sedating him once again.
He's very old, the disease won't go.
There's nothing we can do for him
To mitigate the pain.
But getting on with everyday things
Is hard; listening for the phone,
Waiting for that fateful ring
His death knell; our relief.
Hello Margery an honest and beautifully written poem, this.........thankyou Be well... Love, D.
Margery, this is an excellent poem. Unsentimental yet filled with warmth. You share your knotted stomach with great candour and honesty. 'Do not go gentle into that good night' comes to mind. A very touching piece. love, Allie xxxx
If this is your story Margery, i can also relate to this..i have been there too, waiting..But life must go on, they say..thanks for sharing.. love and hugs, Meggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TOUCHING INDEED AND SOME UNCONVENTIAL WORDS USED... :) NICEE