I see you laying there
In your death bed.
Watching as the nurses crowd the room.
Checking the tubes
That are the only thing keeping you alive.
Smother me in the room.
I see your old, wrinkled face
As you lay there in agony.
I sit in the chair that many have grieved in
From others that have died in this hospital.
Untold stories that are trapped within this chair I'm now sitting in.
Eventually my story will be added
To the endless stories that have been absorbed
within this chair.
Beep, beep the machine makes.
With every beep, my heart races
As it slowly counts down the seconds
Of your life.
I gaze up
Back into your sunken eyes,
Big nose, wrinkly soft skin
As I graze my fingers against it.
You stair at me
But your eyes are elsewhere
Looking at something other than me.
You can't see me anymore.
I see that now as your last seconds
I lean in closer
Unsure if you'll hear what I'm about to say.
"Grandma I'm still here with you.
Let go of the pain your enduring
You are needed elsewhere other than
These lifeless, white walls.
Close your eyes
And feel yourself slip into
Your next destination"
I leaned back
Still holding your hand for comfort.
I say a tear slide down your face,
As you smiled and
Closed your eyes