waiting

laying there, no meaning
fading away, demeaning.
watching her breathing sharp breaths,
no dignity, nothing left.
no walking about,
nurses in and out.
she lay there
not knowing where she is.
the large bed,
holding her weight,
waiting for her escape.
time has no meaning.
matted hair, dry mouth,
dabbing water on her lips.
try to comfort,
knowing not how.
waiting, waiting, waiting.
breaths getting shorter,
body shutting down.
slow painful, no dignity,
scared of what we see.
holding our breaths,
then one last breath.
she is gone.
i wait, i wait, i wait,
she is sleeping,
i sit by her side,
weeping.
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Charlene…I find this poem very poignant.  You have described the "transition" from here to there exactly as I witnessed the death of my mother.  Yes, a tragedy but I believe a welcome release into a rebirth…a new beginning.  Excellent write.
val
such a sad but lovely write x
wow im sorry for your loss but they are in a better place amazing write keep it up you got real talent