1990 De Paul University
Class, “Writing From the Inside”
(Wrote from my perspective as an intensive care nurse)
A WAY TO DIE?
I was just touching him, caring for him
He was a kindly old soul
I found joy in comforting him
His unseeing eyes, said thank you
His unhearing ears, heard my concern.
His spirit left before his heart stopped
The alarms sounded, they came running - The "Great Saviors"
I held his hand, his body shook -
They pounded his chest, they forced air in.
"They" did this - the intruders.
At 91, who should force his stay?
How dare they slow his natural way.
He needs to go, I let him go
I tell him so aloud!
They are aghast - at my candor.
I touch his face
A wrinkled, now unfeeling face
This touch is for me
I'm glad to have been with him
That he was not alone.
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