About this time last year we found out my maternal grandmother had a terminal neurological disorder. She deteriorated quickly. My mother, a Registered Nurse and our family decided to take my grandma in to hospice her at home. The strong and courageous woman my mother is, turned into a frail, thin exhausted woman by the end. As the end neared my mother talks of sitting at my grandmother's bedside and listening to her watch. My mother now wears this watch so her mother is never far away. I dedicate this poem to my mother's dedication in assuring my grandmother died with dignity. God bless you mom and rest in peace grandma!
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Poems about Death
Mother's Watch
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I sit beside you, Mom On death’s doorstep you lay I set my head upon your wrist As I bow my head to pray The world to me shut off The silence here is thick Alone just you and I And your watch’s rhythmic tick I block out all my pain And loss I’m sure to feel I concentrate now deeply On the tick your watch reveals I sit here now for days And hear the rhythmic sound I contemplate you being gone The thought now seems profound The time for you is near To enter Heaven’s Gate I’ll stay here by your side Until your journey is complete It’s months now since you’ve passed My wounds are healing slow I want so much to hear your voice To see your smile’s glow I lay my head upon my wrist When my feelings are too strong I hear your watch’s rhythmic tick And know you’re never gone |
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