Hours...
Please take it off
Please take it off me
I am frightened
My vision is obscured
By wires and tubes
Useless now to me
Why is that radio so loud
Its loud inaudible hum
Is drowning out
The birds singing
I need to hear them now
I need to hear life beautiful
I don't want this smell around me
This smell of finality
I want the smell of my children
Their beautiful hair freshly washed
To come and see me
Like a babies smell so monumental to a Mummy
I have fought this cancer
We didn't tell the kids
I had two years maybe more and grace
But now it is a matter of hours
Please take these wires and tubes off me
So I can feel their lasting kiss on my face
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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