Category: Writers Block
Came to a screeching halt
I could not help but to notice you sitting there
Unable to move and your breath so shallow
The wall that when hit upon, that would give final signal that the end had came
You had in the night met with
Oh no, I thought, you were alone when that wall of destiny you met with
Yet there you were...relaxed and unafraid
Was so early a mornin' when I found you barely breathing
The mist was thick in abundance, darkness shrouded the new morn
Death was present in the room, it could be tasted
It was a taste that I had grown so accustomed to
I had reached the point where no longer did a door to your abode I cared to open
For I knew too well you had only months, if that, to live
Now here you were in your life's final hours, if that long a time.
It was with the now familiar feeling of trepidation that I had entered your abode
An abode that in days, well really, years long gone past
That with joy I had entered into, knowing the comfort of your presence
Now with that comfort having turned into an all out fight to keep on
To keep on, just to keep on, not surrendering to giving up
Of going on in the midst of all that would seek to devour...
For months, and the months to years, you bravely fought
So on that fateful morn it was at once I knew
There was no fear to be had, only reaching forth to you and saying,
Can you hear me? Hey, can you now, can you hear me?
With just the slightest of a glance you looked at me
That slight move was one of your last to make
You then gave to me a gift most priceless for as you in your final hours
To me you gave your loving smile.
It only took moments for the ambulance to arrive
Such compassionate care of all those attending to your final needs
So oft in the last years passing emergency care was called upon
I could tell, They knew too...it was not my imagination...they knew
Glancing at the calendar that ever was used in helping to maintain your alertness
I made the mark as ever, the mark signaling the day anew had started
Wondering, when next would this calendar I take note of?
With the brief time I was granted, as into the ambulance you were placed
I quickly cleared the dinning table where still the few remains
Of the night's previous supper remained
Your last meal...your last meal...maybe not...maybe you would return to your home
Hope though ebbing at low tide, yet hope there was remaining...barely though
Another glance at the calendar and somehow knowing
That the brick wall marked with a sign reading, Dead End, had been met with
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
In whose memory, was this poem written, if you don't mind my asking?
I don't mind at all your asking and rather say,
Thank you for taking the time to read and to ask
.:In Loving Memory of my Mother:.
~*Thunderous MidNight*~