Sittin' Ms. Emma

Sittin' Ms. Emma

It’s been a while since I first met her,

A woman of purpose a life now a blur.

I was told she was a woman of success,

A person in her later years so blessed.

I wasn’t sure what to expect that day,

When I was called and the question asked.

For to be a caregiver isn’t a simple chore,

I’ve heard it touches the soul to its core.

Yet, notwithstanding my own expectations,

I went to me her the woman without hesitation.

Upon meeting her, I considered the task ahead,

Some have anticipated the challenge with dread.

“Well, hello,” she said without intimidation,

Having been a nurse, she offered information.

The task ahead wouldn’t be everlasting,

But only needed me to be accommodating.

Almost two years of sitting passed into eternity,

Friends we became as I recognized her humanity.

It was an experience for both of us you see,

She and I walking the last mile to her destiny.

I have thought of her over these many years,

The memories seasoned, with laughter, and tears.

And at this time of my life, I can express,

Sitting Ms. Emma was a lot more than a test.

I accompanied her on her last mile on Earth,

And placed with her husband, awaiting the rebirth.

Once the last flower was laid upon the grave,

I was honored to know her, a life so brave.