Frail, fragile body encasing an iron heart,
and a mind sharper than steel,
I watched your spine bend and curve.
What to make of your last moments
that giving way in fast forward?
From the easy chair to that old spring-laden bed,
which you could barely come out of,
you went to that dim dark hospital room,
you to nothing more
than squiggly lines and masses of beeps.
You were aware to the end,
fast forwarded. that passing over.
And the one you loved the most,
he has forgotten who we are,
those strange blank faces he smiles at.
He neither walks nor talks much ,
the words are nothing more than syllables
his lips cannot pronounce anymore,
the days he spends no more than sleep,
maybe deep inside somewhere
in a place where he can speak, think, be as before,
he dreams of you,
he inches along to catch up with you,
in slow motion. that passing over.
*For my grandparents - my late grandmother, and my grandfather*