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The hospice


I wait inside this hospice

For death to come inside

My wife she comes to visit

Her tears she tries to hide



Silent words they come

From deep within her eyes

Each day of my survival

Delighted, but surprised



How much longer must I put

My loved ones through this grief

How much longer till the day

They lay the final wreath



‘ How are you today ‘

The Doctors always ask

A pretty silly thing to say

Don’t envy them their task



I’m feeling such a burden

Dependent on their skills

Tending to my every need

They must have iron wills



I pray each night to not awake

I ask it of the Nurse

Increase my dose of morphine

To end this cancer curse



But their task’s to save a life

Not cut my journey short

If only I was able

This mission I’d abort



Words of comfort reach me

Repeated every day

My loved ones I don’t envy

They don’t know what to say



I had to laugh this morning

A card it came around

‘ Get well soon ‘ it said to me

I’ll have it on my mound



I woke this morning knowing

My day it had arrived

An inner voice within me

Prepared me for the slide



I slid into a coma

Late this afternoon

But still I saw my relatives

Gathered in my room



You don’t need eyes to see such love

My soul already risen

I looked down on my family

Released from Worldly prison



My wife she clasped my hand

But little did she know

My shell was lying on the bed

Whilst I was in the glow



I want to tell her sorry

For ending life like this

For leaving her alone and sad

She gave me one last kiss



‘ Time of death recorded ‘

By Doctors standing near

‘ Your Husbands pain is over ‘

They whisper in her ear



I know she’ll join me one day

United then we’ll be

Together on our journey

The way it’s meant to be



Paula

Tom Mcgreevy