Compassionate
They came in at the appointed hour
to attend and witness and grieve,
the friends and practitioners
with the laying on of hands
and the murmuring of soft voices
Leg muscles quiver at the shot,
soft whimpers and welling eyes
as willing grief drips from her nose
quietly onto the shiny black coat
Hands stroke the shallow breathing chest
to feel and take a part of the parting
until stethoscope silence is certainty
- the long minute of the long release
Hearts never harden to those loved
the circle feels vast in the moment
as final goodbyes are wept
and "I love you" is whispered
© Goode Guy 2012-12-09
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