IT WAS LIKE A PLAY

by Vanessa Guse
(Caloundra)

Oh that dreaded day!
The pain was eating you up.
inside you were a sprite but outside told the tales of time.
Lying there as you were stroked, brushed, kissed and washed,
We clung to you like a bee to nectar.
Not getting enough of your sweet scent and your dear heart.
The humour still alive in your opiate eyes,
Seared into our souls as did the knowledge of your fate.
Your voice carried into ward 3 a sweet duet from times gone by.
You never shed a tear for your self, still asking of everybody else, some of who were from years gone by, but still a vibrant glare in your minds eye.
The last curtain call came to soon, when I touched you, you were so wonderfully warm. Like a child you looked lying there, I squeezed you tight with no response.
That wasn't like you to not return a hug.
Oh that dreaded day, it was like a play.

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