A Hospice Transformation
death’s pain the grieving know all too well
but I’ve another story to tell
near the end of days my friends remained
where their dignity was not defamed
hospice visits may be sad for some
but that’s not true for the dying one
nurses and visitors brought them cheer
as the white light was edging so near
we held our tears and gave them our smiles
when their life’s journeys had fewer miles
the last farewell was finally said
we carried our sorrows to our bed
but the hospice offered another round
volunteering – a chance to rebound
people in hospice like to listen
a smile sometimes, or tears that glisten
stories of romance, life and heaven
I’d read to them each night at seven
so quickly I came to realize
folks need escape, even in demise
the thankful expressions they gave me
made me feel like I’d won the Grand Prix
later I would come to call again
as Last Rites closed with the word “Amen”
letting go is just a part of life
but life’s end need not be filled with strife
*Written April 11, 2014
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