They sit a death watch
Now for the not so old
Man lying still slowly
Slowly breathing
So close to the end
His wife years younger
Confused yet sure of all
That must be done in hard
Days looming ahead and
Seeing painful relief.
Grown children gather
Bewildered watching the
Strong man laid so low
Sons and daughter
Waiting waiting.
Strangers come to the house
Helpers along this final path
Caring and careful
They’ve seen it all
Many times.
The dying goes so slow
A list of those to call
Sits ready on the table
Another list of final
Things to do.
Far away we wait for word
No comfort to take or give
We go about our daily
Business as the dying
Goes so slow.
We wait not watching.
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of course I was teary eyed reading this one. very moving.
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