Standing Here
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I stand here at your hospital death bed,
so filled with awful, dark fathomless dread;
the doctor says to turn off life support.
Oh, my sweet mother your life is too short,
you are my rock . . .
Time is ticking tic-tock, tic-tock,
as we all gather around for your last gasp;
and your frail hand in mine I tightly clasp.
You take a breath,
and quietly, softly comes death.
I stand here alone in a scary world,
wishing I was laying in your arms curled.
How will I make it without you with me,
to guide me while we are drinking sweet tea;
you know me well . . .
All life's problems I would weep- tell,
and you always knew the answer I sought;
with calm patience serenity you taught
I feel you here,
safe inside my heart- always near.
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October 14, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Standing Here
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-268-01
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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