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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Jenna Calloway
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This was very poignant but very beautifully written!