Until the doctors and specialists
Could not do any more
Tests, dialysis and painkillers

In the end, her body simply gave up
For it tired from years of treatment
All the pain, suffering and restrictions

Now it is seven months later 
Since the Lord had called her home
Everything is still so crystal clear,

Her hospital bed in the middle
Of the living room, the sun
Filtering through the half-drawn blinds

Hitting my mother
As we all stood there
All scared and helpless

Time was ticking away and we were
Losing our mom, Dad his wife
Grams her daughter and siblings their sister

This whole thing is nothing but
An awful, surreal nightmare
My throat still constrict at every memory

The lazy chair by mom’s hospital bed
In the living room and the couch
Where Brandy and I took turns sleeping on

My hands clasped with mom’s 
Fearing of her passing overnight while i slept
Wishing i could hear

Watching the clock and setting alarms to administer 
Halogen, morphine and all kind of medication
That would make an addict deliriously happy

Weeks and months, ups and downs
With false hope and assumptions
The doctors would fix her up

Only to discover the ugly reality
That nobody and nothing 
Last forever on earth

Except for the fact that 
Mom is one of the angels
At the home of the Lord forever

And once we finish our duties
Like Mom did with hers,
The Lord will call us too.

@ Rosey 10/8/2012 - all rights reserved