I Saw Death
Taken
I saw death.
Though you were
gone long before the end,
I knew your day had come.
Your bright, clear, blue eyes that once twinkled at a private joke,
or scolded when pushed too far,
now clouded, unseeing.
Your mouth and voice, that taught me to sing,
and kissed away my tears, that laughed till you cried;
gaped and silenced but for breath rattles of the dying.
I held mine. Would you have another?
Your curls, a tiny reward from your first fight with this dread disease,
Unfurled and limp, stuck to your head in a feverish sweat.
The calming scent of your perfume, and
lotion applied after dishes and chores,
replaced by the stench of sickness.
Your arms and hands that nursed me,
Embraced, comforted me,
that disciplined, directed me;
stuck with tubes, unfeeling, unmoving.
One week of lucidity,
Recognizing husband and each child, but
Losing that grip before father appeared.
Your modesty laid bare by a loose-fitting hospital gown,
no indignity spared to spare your life. Yet,
your life wasted away.
At last, I gently hugged your fragile shoulders,
and kissed your forehead one last time;
"I love you, Mum."
Tears streaked down my teenaged face.
Your love was never in doubt.
Death took you that Tuesday night,
March 17, 1987.
This is a revised version of a poem previously published as "Taken: I Saw Death," by the same author.
About the Creator
Mack D. Ames
Educator & writer in Maine, USA. Real name Bill MacD, partly. Mid50s. Dry humor. Emotional. Cynical. Sinful. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, two teen sons, one male dog. Baritone. BoSox fan. LOVE baseball, Agatha Christie, history, & Family.
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I'm so sorry for your loss π₯Ί This was so emotional and beautifully written!
My colleague, Martin, introduced me to a poignant song today that I recommend now to anyone touched by the loss of a loved one. Willie Nelson, "Something You Get Through."
Thank you, Mack Ames, for sharing this poignant and heartfelt poem. Your words truly captured the pain and sadness of losing a loved one to death, and the ways in which sickness can rob us of the vitality and vibrancy of those we hold dear. Your writing reminds us of the importance of cherishing the time we have with those we love, and the preciousness of every moment we share together.