The Visits

I’ve witnessed loved ones avoiding the death conversation with ill relatives who clearly want to talk about it. This poem portrays a situation where someone avoids such a conversation – and then it’s too late:

The Visits

PART 1

Oh it’s nice in here!

Could you look out some stuff?

The nurses are sincere

Things are getting tough…

Anything you’re needing?

I can now accept…

What’s that you’re reading?

There are things I’ve kept…

How’s your appetitive?

Could you get me a drink?

Did you sleep last night?

I’ve been having a think…

PART 2

Are you ok today?

I need to say…

You’re not going away!

It’s been a bad day….

You look pale

The pain’s worse.

You seem frail.

…

I’ll get the nurse.

…

Just you rest.

…

She’s distressed.

…

Please close the door

…

Please clear the floor

…

Is she asleep?

…

Beep

…

Beep

…

Beeeeeeeeep

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via Daily Prompt: Sincere

Don’t Light a Candle

Don’t light a candle for me when I’ve gone

Nor dwell on my death with a grief long drawn

Not Christmas or birthdays or anytime

Life is short, live it well as the years’ climb

 

Don’t visit my grave to remember me

In morbid cemeteries I won’t be

I’ll be hanging out in happy places

So mop up those tears from solemn faces

 

Don’t worry if your memories sometimes fade

My garden’s still blooming with seeds I laid

Look at what my time on earth still creates

There’s copied customs and family traits

 

I’m there in the way my boy’s kind and cares

and when a child I worked with can now share

or when my best girls laugh about our past

just remember in life I had a blast.

 

Don’t schedule in your time to think of me

No time for that, enjoy and be carefree

Was never one for a solemn meeting

Put your stamp on life – it is so fleeting

 

Don’t light a candle for me now I’ve gone

You’re wasting precious time – so move right on