This is the poem I wrote when my roommate's mom was dying.
July 10, 2009 5:01pm CST
She's gone now. He sits right by her side; the tears slide down; the hope is different now: that she goes fast. All those around her try to smile not frown and wonder just how long she has to last. She chose this path with clarity of thought; her life-long stubbornness has made her strong; she’s done with all the good things life has brought; she’s done with all the sadness, all that’s wrong. He sits right by her side; the tears still fall; he wonders what will happen to him now; for she’s been by his side through all and all, forever since they made their marriage vow. We come and sit to give her comfort and keep each other strong for what’s at hand. ©2009Margy
• United States
10 Jul 09
That's a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. And I am sorry about your roommate's lost. I have lost both my grandma and mom and I can tell you nothing can ever replace them but like your poem says they are done with the things that bother them, so that's a comfort.
11 Jul 09
Thank you for contributing such a beautiful poem. My husband lost his mum late last year. You don’t overcome such losses, you just learn to live with the pain, I think. The nice things are the memories; they will always be there to shed light during the darkest hours. Thanks again for sharing your gift with us. My thoughts are with you at this sad time.