Assignment #31
Spend time with a dying person.
Carol Oliver
Dartmouth Medical Center
Hanover, New Hampshire
Many hours, April 1997
I never got to hold you
Or see you laugh
Or even hear your cry.
I held Mom's hand
As you were born
Then I just stood by.
I'm sorry not to have
Called your name
To bring you to this place.
I'm sorry I did not
Make them stop
Interfering in your space.
I'm angry that they killed you
In the name of doing good.
I wish they hadn't filled you
With nedles, wires and tubes.
I understand
Your need to leave
To find a safer home.
I wish I could
Do more for you
Than penning you this poem.
Thanks
For coming back to me
To let me know you're well
Perhaps
We'll meet again someday
Only time will tell.
love,
Aunt Carol