They sat around the bed,
as if it were required to be small
in confrontation with the Death
of one more soul, a relative at that.
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Mary, one of these days I would surely love to give you a big, long hug. Best H
I agree Herbert..........completely. I watched my dad die and I am still haunted by the sounds. I was so embarrassed for him and I knew he would've been mad at the people (so-called loved ones) that were in his room watching such a private moment. This poem brought back memories I'd rather forget. But, a wonderful poem. Sincerely, Mary
What do I say to that? Thanks Herbert........you really are just an ol' softie aren't you?