Goodbye my friends. I'm only waiting for my last payment.
Goodbye my friends. I'm only waiting for my last payment.
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This is much belated, my mother died in May 2003.I have tried to put feelings into words, but can't convey all the thoughts and feelings, but need to try.
Alone with my thoughts in the ebb-time of night I watch as the clock ticks your lifespan away Bathed in the lamplight, your face has a glow A false sense of health, my reality knows This is the fire that consumes.
Hushed are the sounds of the home in the night Death stalks the corridors every day Only your rasping breathing stirs the silence that around us unwinds The bonds of our love starts to break.
Who comforts who, do I do this for me? This vigil that I vowed to keep, Do I torture myself with the need to be here To be here at the end, is this selfish of me Do I remain here for my own sake?
Your body has suffered all that it can, Left broken, speechless no dignity left. Why do you fight on, when so little is left Of the woman you once were, the person of spirit and life?
Is there anything left inside you that knows This is one battle you cannot win, Are you frightened, in pain , aware at all Of your passing from life, the veil is so thin Between this world and the next.
Time stretches out, an hour has gone by But still I struggle for words to say. My mind is in turmoil, thoughts fly away How can I say all the things that I should, On this, your last time here on earth.
I hold onto the hand that the stroke has left numb Stroke gently the fingers that once craddled mine. Tell all that I can of the love that you gave Not just to your family, hearts that you touched All the lost souls you tried hard to save.
Oh God, I'm so scared that I never have been So close to the death of of one that's so dear, Nothing prepares you for thisnaked truth That when your time to die grows near, You are left alone with yourself.
I am glad it's now daytime, though you are so worn, A pale stream of sunlight has banished the fear. Do you hear the birds singing, a gentle breeze Ripples the curtains, stirring the trees, Heralds the new day is born.
We have passed through the darkness and into the light, our journey nears it's end. With the last fragile breath, you open your eyes one small smile then your soul flys free And gone to a far better place.
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Advantages: A bit of fun, not to be taken too seriously. My Mam would be chuffed if I showed her. Disadvantages: Best read in a Northern tongue though will probably make most laugh.
kamallan 08.11.2006 ·
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