This is the hospice I wish for him
The rock that was always there
Take away the sterile white
Replace the medicated air
Ease the mind
Though the body may hurt
Comfort the tired soul
Wash away the worry
To fulfill the last need
Heaven waits
But peace is found on Earth
Had at the last
Comfort in the cotton
Help for the broken body
Beauty for the tired eyes
Only life can be seen
No confinement even if trapped
Practice for the passing
He can smile through the pain
Gods gift he sees now and after
This is the hospice I wish for him
The rock who was always there
Layed upon the comfortable bed
Surrounded by fresh open air
Author notes
I am sorry if this seems dark, I don't see it as such. My Dad is soon to be home for his final days and must have hospice care; this picture made me wish I could transform his room to fit the image. His passing will end his great pain though I will miss him. I cannot be so selfish as to demand he stay but would love to be able to make him as comfortable and peacefull as this picture appears.****My Dad passed this past Saturday, the twenty-sixth at 1:30 am. God has him now and he is at peace. Thanks to all who have read and commented on this write.***
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1000 points, ended May 17, 2008, 21 entries
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This is beautiful and very touching ~ especially for all of us that have been there ~ this moved me to tears ~ thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts with us
best of luck in the contest
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Thank you for commenting on my write. My Dad has since passed and found peace.
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Sighhh...I don't see it as dark. I see it as a loving & sorrowful tribute to something we all must face one day. I have been there. When I lost my mother, I told my brothers that I would rather take on the pain of the world instead of her suffering anymore. Thank you for entering...& my condolences. Love never dies, you know. You'll see him again one day, without pain. Just be there for him, Poet. Your love will make the room transform into this place of serenity. Be well, Poet. Wanda
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Thank you for commenting and the generous applause. My Dad has since passed and found his peace.
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Art,
WOW!! So much in this poem, probably the best thing I have ever read by you...I am in AWE! Terminal illness is so hard on us, we want them to stay, we want to ease their pain, we want their last days to be filled with honor, peace and dignity. But it can be my friend, hold his hand, thru his pain he will never know loneliness if you do that...and you will both be better men for it.
May God bestow mercy and blessings to your father my friend, and may God walk this walk with you..
Believe Loneart...Believe...
Blessings,
Terri.
p.s. I did not see this as dark at all, I see it with love and respect..you are a good son, your father did a good job.
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Thanks Terri. My Dad meant and still means a great deal to me. He taught me alot about what it means to be a man and a Dad. He passed this passed Saturday. While I will miss him more than I even realize now, he has found his peace and the suffering has ended. I let my Mom read your comment after she read the poem, you moved her very much. Thank you so much. I value you opinions and more so your friendship very much.
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