Weeping Bedside Poem by Trenton Anderson

She stood by his bed and wept.
She gripped his hand but he did not feel it.
Her brown hair let down,
tassels thrown around.
She had been here for days.
Not getting up to even eat.
The doctors had tried, tried, tried
and failed all the same.
She lay her head on his chest
hoping, just hoping to hear what she knew she wouldn’t.
Nothing.
No breathing no thumping.
Nothing.
Slowly each mournful tear wetted his shirt.
She looked at his face, so caring and loving before,
cold and lifeless now.
The tears wouldn’t stop.
Her Arthur was dead.