sitting at his bedside

My Husband sleeps most of the day;
a brain tumour is stealing his life away,
His memory lives from our past years
and oft we wipe away our tears.
He’s in good care, I ‘feel’ it here,
the staff, reduce my stress and fears
I know when David’s life is spent,
they’ll understand when I cry and vent,
For the heartbreaking loss when David’s time,
belongs to him and no longer mine;
To share with him as we have for years,
no more, strong arms to allay my fears.
So many positives if I could but write,
in deepest shadow by our losing fight,
We take all we can from every day,
there seems so much for us still to say.
Our Son, we love, and memories,
and the grief of all our ‘yet to be’s.’
We erred when decisions were made to wait,
until ‘next year’ not knowing our fate
Cancer took rights from our hands,
for reasons we don’t understand.
We’ll say Goodbye in a very short time,
then all decisions will be mine,
One of these as David’s Wife
is to love him always til the end of my life
And when my time comes and he waits for me,
and once again, I then will see
His cheeky smile, his bright blue eyes,
together we’ll travel the bright blue skies.

~~~
For My Darling David 19th June 1950 ~ 6th March 2009

© Vonnie
February 2009