Terminal Vigil
White hair feathered on a hospital pillow
Eyes squeezed shut in terror’s grip
Morphine has released her mind to rest
To await that one last heavenward trip
Tears and family circle the wagons
Past wrongs and sins now forgiven
Hugs and kisses are the password now
Tomorrow is another day for the living
Minutes to hours, night to day
Her bedside vigils kept with dread
Oh please if she must go on ahead
Let her slip away sleeping in her bed
The doctor’s prognosis is terminal
She requested no resuscitate
God gave her eighty seven good years
Now it’s up to him and fate
Good night sweet angel mother of many
Float on up on your angel wings
We’ll see you in the clouds above
Hear you when the robins sing!
My prayers are with you, Deb and her mom. Wish I could be with you at this time. You make sure to take time to take care of your own health and Deb. We want and need you to be around for a long time to come.
The feelings you express in Terminal Vigil, we as a family, have experienced all too often over the years with the pasting of our parents and brothers. The hurt never gets easier to bare with each pasting, but rest assured that the love and caring of your family is always present.
Lov ya, miss ya,
your little bro,
John
Regis
(((((HUGS))))) and prayers--beautiful tribute. I'm sorry--is there anything I can do?
Love, Karla.
Thank you for sharing dear friend!!
You and your family are in my prayers!!
Love Tinka
Monette