Another day, another night
Acrid air, acerbic sight
MRI’s, CT scans, RT feeds
Oh please forgive me
22 pills, twice a day
Pulverized, force-fed toxic buffet
Eight “feeds” a day... “vitality”?!
Oh please forgive me
Heart rates spiked, fevers rose
The medical team... yet a new prognose!
“Now she needs to breathe you see!”
Oh please forgive me
Seizures broke, bedsores grew
I didn’t know what to do...
Your silent stares, a deafening plea
Oh please forgive me
Six weeks in - comatose
I held you in my arms...reposed
All I wanted was to flee
Oh please forgive me
And then that fateful day arrived
They said you were now past revive
I sat benumbed…just you and me,
Please forgive, I set you free…
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
Another day, another night
Acrid air, acerbic sight
MRI’s, CT scans, RT feeds
Oh please forgive me
22 pills, twice a day
Pulverized, force-fed toxic buffet
Eight “feeds” a day... “vitality”?!
Oh please forgive me
Heart rates spiked, fevers rose
The medical team... yet a new prognose!
“Now she needs to breathe you see!”
Oh please forgive me
Seizures broke, bedsores grew
I didn’t know what to do...
Your silent stares, a deafening plea
Oh please forgive me
Six weeks in - comatose
I held you in my arms...reposed
All I wanted was to flee
Oh please forgive me
And then that fateful day arrived
They said you were now past revive
I sat benumbed…just you and me,
Please forgive, I set you free…
I hope somehow through the “ether” she reads this so she knows what transpired during her last few hellish weeks. It was a new set of spiraling circumstances everyday and I truly did the best I could do to keep her alive, and when that seemed futile her comfort was paramount. And when her comfort was compromised, my god....my god....my god... that’s why I write this to you mom - in the hope that you understand. I so desperately wish I could have talked to you just once about this all. You stared at me penetratingly but not a word slipped through - I only saw you wince in pain. Lord alone knows how much you endured, how much you suffered - at the end - it is NOT about me but about YOU! I hope as a son - no matter what, I did right by you.
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