I struggle to sit by your bedside, thinking of you dying.
A Heart so large, it’s sad to see blue eyes that are crying.
Instead we talk of good friends, with time to reminisce,
thoughts remain of family lost, or simply those we miss.
Pets are recollected, all names and breeds which we adore,
rascally Jack Russell’s would run and jump at his back door.
A distraction earns a gentle laugh, but soon to disappear,
overwhelming emotions, again remind me why we’re here.
A gentle Man too young to die, a simple life cut-short.
Many friends along the way, attitude to life he taught.
Nurses seem so kind to him and conscious of his pain,
acknowledgement of such a thing, he simply would refrain.
Palliative care, as I understand, is when all else in life is lost.
For us this night, we wish his end was far away at any cost.
Death’s waiting room of lost hope, full of many running tears,
the corridors are littered with relatives and thoughtful prayers.
It’s just a little bug Bro. and God will help you ease this pain,
Faith and hope is all I can give, so by your bed I shall remain.
Few words left to exchange, it’s his time to say goodbye,
I love you lots today mate, and forevermore into the sky.
Goodbye dearest Brother, for soon your pain shall be no more,
until we meet again somewhere, I will remember and adore.
(Christmas day with my Brother in Cancer ward - R.A.Hospital & photo taken on return trip to Vic)
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