Stop. Just stop. No more running away.
The fact is; she’s gone. You watched her slip away.
The stark reality we all had to accept.
Treatment. The harshness of trying to save and prolong.
Make comfortable. Say Goodbye.
Rage.The bickering over bedside time.Recriminations we sought.
To justify our place in her life.
Our status: Her brother, her mother, her partner, her son.
Who was bestowed with the greater reason for grief?
The greater reason for not moving on. Not letting go.
Time to throw the ashes into the wind.
Who deserves the greater handful?
Then she is gone and, in that instant, we stare at one another.
Bewildered by how we find ourselves now defined.
Ashamed at our lack of compassion for the living.
Caught in stone as the wind changed direction.
The fact is; she’s gone. You watched her slip away.
The stark reality we all had to accept.
Treatment. The harshness of trying to save and prolong.
Make comfortable. Say Goodbye.
Rage.The bickering over bedside time.Recriminations we sought.
To justify our place in her life.
Our status: Her brother, her mother, her partner, her son.
Who was bestowed with the greater reason for grief?
The greater reason for not moving on. Not letting go.
Time to throw the ashes into the wind.
Who deserves the greater handful?
Then she is gone and, in that instant, we stare at one another.
Bewildered by how we find ourselves now defined.
Ashamed at our lack of compassion for the living.
Caught in stone as the wind changed direction.
