Yes, I remember being alone with you, in the hospital room, daylight streaming in. As if it was any ordinary day, but it was not. I walked in the park in the sun shine, still I could see your room, pick out the window. First days of summer.
The last three months of my wife's life was in a hospital bed with the initial hope of coming home slowly being dashed by the inevitable. I hope I go quickly so I don't upset my family too much.
Your poem and mine are so similar it's eerie!
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember being alone with you, in the hospital room, daylight streaming in. As if it was any ordinary day, but it was not. I walked in the park in the sun shine, still I could see your room, pick out the window. First days of summer.
ReplyDeleteThe last three months of my wife's life was in a hospital bed with the initial hope of coming home slowly being dashed by the inevitable. I hope I go quickly so I don't upset my family too much.
ReplyDeleteExcuse me....I forbid you to die before we go see the Flinders Ranges...I have never been there and everyone says it is beautiful.
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