Taken
I Saw Death
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, that taught me to sing and kissed away my tears,
gaped and silenced.
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
replaced by the stench of sickness.
Your arms and hands that nursed me embraced and comforted me,
unfeeling and unmoving.
Your modesty laid bare by a loose-fitting hospital gown,
no indignity spared trying to spare your life. Yet,
Death-rattles ravaged each breath;
I held mine. Would you have another?
At last, I gently hugged your fragile shoulders and kissed your forehead;
"I love you, Mum."
Your love was never in doubt.
Death took you that night,
Tuesday, 3/17/87.
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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Outstanding
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Heartfelt and relatable
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Comments (3)
We remember them with love, with pain and so many emotions. She is long an angel now. Still, they watch over us. Lovely tribute.
I wonder if the impact might be even stronger if you put a period at the end of your first line: "I saw death." "Though you were gone long before the end, I knew your day had come." What do you think?
Nice one Mack