DEATH BED SCENE
Face it — your wife is gone forever
Will you see her again — no never
The pain of that cuts like a knife
You cry every night you cry for your wife
No respite — no end in sight
Every day and every night
In your mind the same scene plays
Over and over in a ghostly haze
Sitting by her side in emergency
Background noises of urgency
You hold her hand still warm in yours
You take that as an encouraging sign
But she’s deeply unconscious unaware
You touch her face you touch her hair
If you can hear me squeeze my hand
Light glints off her wedding band
No squeeze back no sign she heard
Tears in your eyes your vision blurred
Her hand falls back onto the sheet
Then abruptly no breath — no heartbeat
The horror the dread — your wife is dead
You can never block that from your head
The same scene plays over and over
Holding her hand still warm in yours
And then her hand falling away
No matter how fervently you pray
You cannot drive that from your brain
You think you are going insane —
The next step will be obvious
Render yourself oblivious.
