In those timeless seconds before death The spirit often moves the wasted form And in the moment of the final breath To a higher power body does conform.
I've witnessed acts of love beyond compare. Consider this, my mother's wasted frame Her body rigid, her pain too great to bear. As she cried for Demerol I came
Injected her and gave her brief release, Then oxygen and watched her failing breath As she began to fade and the disease Now rampant claimed her soul for death.
But she refused to yield to the great Shade Impossibly turned her head to see her love And smiled on him, calm and unafraid Then fearlessly into the darkness dove.
Uncontrollably her family wept, I lifted the apparatus from her face And in an instant changed to calm there leapt On us the miracle of healing Grace.
A perfume filled that sacred atmosphere So powerful and sweet its scent of peace. An ancient soul had passed, no further tear Was shed, absolved she granted us release.
My sister's death was fought on a grim field Where Death supreme matched her iron will And ate at her when she refused to yield; On she fought, a heart that would not still.
The nurses could not believe that she could last So many days in throes of agony How could a heart so long to earth hold fast Or joy of life delay her destiny?
To her the final hour swiftly came And Death's deep bell within her bosom tolled And still she would not go, so great the flame Of love that in Death's stranglehold
She laboured through an endless night of pain Father, brother, remaining by her side, To see her one beloved once again. He came, she looked at him and died.
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