Room 407

Room 407
I knocked lightly on the door 
but no answer was heard
That's when I felt she didn't 
want to be disturbed 
The room was dark and 
gloomy and curtains drawn
I thought that her family 
had just gone home
Her eyes were sunken as
tears flowed down her face
I pulled the chair close to
her personal space 
I took her frail hand and 
held it against mine 
She muttered the words 
"Thank you for being so kind"
We talked for a good bit of the 
first hour you see
But this evil disease called 
CANCER was trying to take 
her from me
I opened the curtains to let 
the sunshine in one last day
I sat on the edge of the bed
and held her hand and prayed
No family was there as she 
began slipping away
I told her to go to be with 
GOD and it was more than ok
All was still in room 407 from
then on 
Because she had finally been
called to her eternal home 

Tammy Arrowood 1-25-2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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