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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