Poem -
The Visit
Her frail limbs droop over the clinical contraption they call a hospital bed
She snores and dribbles
Her dried out hair frames her aging cheeks
The air is cold
I sit and be present
Grateful to be so, when so many others suffer alone
Soon she'll awake
She won't know where we are
Perhaps not even who I am
But I am
And she will know she's got company
The teddy is a comfort
But nothing can replace a son
That much I know
In ways no parent should have to
Like 2 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
A poem of tragic loss in the third person. So heartfelt. I really hope this isn`t based on a real event in your life my friend! Best wishes to you. The Fish of the Sea.
It is real. ❤ And that's ok.
SHALOM
Feed the hungry, visit the sick, visit those in prison, and morn with those that morn! This is our mandate, and I enjoyed your words for they lend to those that morn.
AMEN ❤