many sides to Rosey
Thinking back to the times,
All the moments of ups and downs
During those unexpected months
Mom in the hospital
Then getting out, then back in
And out once again and then back in
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