“She’d like to see you”
Down the hospital hallway I tread
Fighting tears and overcome with dread
Through the door I went to her bed
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Hand on her arm, hers on mine,
together we sat and passed the time.
Tell me about your daughters, tell me about your wife
Do you believe in the afterlife?
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Mémère, I’m going miss our talks so much
There’s so much we haven’t yet touched.
Its your time; you’re so very steady;
This is bullshit, I’m not ready.
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Ever grateful for the mundane
Morphine eased her pain
Ice in a cup, simple pleasures up lifted
In and out of sleep she drifted.
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Wind and snow blowing across the lake
Family gathered, we all ached
My folks and me, we had to go
Mémère, I’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know.