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An acrostic entry

By Jenna CallowayPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

Disinfectant and loitering death clung to the hallway, during my ritualistic walk through the space,

Intermittent groans, an occasional whisper, my after-hours footsteps- the primary sounds of this place.

She shifted her chair, unwaveringly grateful, while my Nana slept on the bed,

The beeping machines eased her passing; my mother sobbed for what’s ahead.

Round-the-clock vigils: there were no more distractions – books and music went untouched,

As the final process unfolded, it was Nana’s withered hand that she clutched.

Calling out, Nana murmured. Her life - under question, some tribunal inside her mind.

The weight of all her choices, until blessed peace she did find.

In a flash, we were gifted with a tenuous coherence.

Our English Rose – a final goodbye. She wanted to make certain we’d be alright.

Nuancing her wishes, her kindness; she spoke eternal love as she drifted into the light.

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About the Creator

Jenna Calloway

An insatiably curious and ordinary human who enjoys a good rabbit hole and writing.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    This was very poignant but very beautifully written!

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