~ Mercy Memorialized ~
I watched as he reached for what I could not see;
His aged hand of the working man trembling sporadically
Though ‘present’ oblivious, he was to me
I watched a weakened peaceful smile, touch upon his lips
Knew ‘we’ were not alone, as his reach turned to grips…
Then stretched as if flirting with fragile finger-tips
I could not hold a tear from flowing down my cheek
When he turned and said, “Tonight, I can finally sleep”
He softly closed his eyes; didn’t hear my ‘knowing’ weep:
The one he loved so truly had rent the veil asunder…
Giving him the comfort to fall in peaceful slumber.
I wish I could explain better what I witnessed this evening…
What I do know is this, “My deceased Mother was present in Dad’s
Hospital room this evening, and he is sound asleep, for the first
Time, in a long time”.