Static of Droplets

like a splatter of droplets, it happened quickly and unexpectedly
my son and daughter in-law dropped their pretense and turned noxious
out of the blue they said things, on one of the worst days of my life
let the splash wash away the hate

my husband of 37 years was dying it seemed
however, they had a plan, they had a nurse from hospice outside of my home
oh how could I have been so wrong
let the splash wash away the hate

I was living in the fantasy, I hoped for
my Granddaughter I handed my jewelry box to, and she was puzzled
my daughter in-law quickly said to her, take that box out to the vehicle, she gave it to you.
let the splash wash away the hate

I didn't know what was coming next, but I soon found out
the hospice nurse talked to my son outside my house
never did I think this was a possibility
let the splash wash away the hate

it was all planned, they thought my husband was dying
and they forgot all about the kind things he had done for them
words that cut right through me
let the splash wash away the hate

my son said, I am only here in the capacity of a pastor
your husband has never been much of a father to me
how soon he forgets
let the splash wash away the hate

my daughter in-law had her turn at bat
"you have always been mean to me, mean to your son, mean to both my children"
In shock, I cowered
let the splash wash away the hate

I was always there for them, who do they think fixed his lawn equipment and drove 90 minutes to do that
who do they think bought scooters and bicycles, and provided Christmas for their children when they could not
let the splash wash away the hate

the hospice lady sat down in my living room
and said the words I never thought I would hear
it is hospice or a nursing home, in shock I chose hospice
let the splash wash away the hate

but it isn't over yet
I have not begin to fight and neither has my husband
seventeen days, fifteen on a ventilator, and our life changed
let the splash wash away the hate

"Let the Splash Wash Away The Hate"

This poem was based on actual events, as recently as June and July 2026.
While my husband of 37 years, was fighting for his life, on a ventilator, I was fighting for our life as we knew it, here at home.

My son had been estranged from me for quite some time, and when he heard his step-father had been put on a ventilator, he tried to put me on hospice. His reasons deemed unclear, but I will forever remember the image of my Granddaughter, who seemed confused, walking out the door with my jewelry box, because her Mother said I gave it to her. We had planned on leaving my Granddaughter our home, and even had the will in the works.

However, that has all changed, and we got a refund from the lawyer.

It is not over until it is over. My son stood in my house and said, "if your husband passes away, but he didn't know how hard my husband would fight to live, or the angel God would send Caleb to look after Gregory Payton.

I got off of Hospice, before my husband returned home. He has a recuperation period ahead of him, but happily he is home again and making progress.

My husband wrote a text message to me, "Never give up, God is the ultimate doctor, with God all things are possible."

He was right!!! -Now we pray every night together.