Esmie -
A fallen angel
lying on the bed.
Another fall today,
heart failing, lips
mumbling nothings nobody
hears. Her old, tired body curls
tight as she cries silently-
no one to help her
but me.
She cannot stand
or sit, her body
giving out. She
is helpless, hopeless.
A thousand angels cry
as she lies there,
dignity dying with
every breath.
I help her sit,
feel the dry skin crack
under my fingers,
hear the sad sigh of
the bed as it protests
her weight coming up.
She has bed-sores,
dirty gold-gray hair,
teeth yellowing.
"You are a good soul,"
She whispers as she
moves to let me pick her
up from the bed.
She looks at me,
helpless, hopeless,
as I reach back with love.
Author notes
She actually was a real person, and a real thing that happened to me. She died later that day.
She called me a good soul. This was one of the last things she ever said.
A contest entry
- Compassion.... by poet2angels.
625 points, ended June 12, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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ur last para is nice.. very depressin.. veyr beautifully written
best of luck in contest -
Heartfelt and beautifully written piece. It reminded me of my Grandma. I used to take care of her and she would say that I had a wonderful heart and that I would recieve my rewards in Heaven 10 fold...I believe that and I believe that you will recieve such blessings. She was right. You are a good soul
TY for sharing your story of compassion!
Lynda
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i really enjoyed reading this, it's sad but the last line makes me smile. Great write keep it up.
love Han
x.x.x
(wootiage Im the first to comment hehe)
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