Final visit? ( fictional )
Bedded.
She lies in a clinically impersonal white room.
An uncovered, clenched, claw-like hand trembles,
as if it had been, a closed decaying, wind shaken, flower,
her eyes, too weak to raise and, see me.
Piercing an arm, devoid of normal colour, a conduit linked needle,
supplying medicial hope.
The space between us, needs to be closer still, so that I am within,
her struggling whispers, hearing distance
any closer, and I'm certain, that I would have felt as though,
I was with her,
in her living Hell.
Bethany Sallis
Mon 29th Apr 2024 17:36
Sincerely sorry about your Mum., M. C. May she rest in peace and, may God bless her. Thank you for the very kind comment.
Bethany