The Verdict
Three days before the end,he lay quite still
Could barely speak nor breathe not eat nor smile
I sat alone and swollen was my heart
I knew by inward feelings, soon we ‘d part
At home were waiting frozen ready meals
Quite suitable to my own freezing feel
He gazed at me and tried to speak some words
“How will you manage,sweet”, I barely heard.
The grief I felt ignored by day time nurse
And from the Sister, came demonic curse.
Exercised in Re Hab until dead
And even after that, cruel words they said
Resuscitated, left in peace in bed.
He lasted 19 hours .The verdict: “Dead.”
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