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| Life after Death A poem by Nadine Robinson, RN As I knocked on the door, I expected an answer, The silence prolonged, so I decided to enter; I felt insecure because she appeared so ill, I watched her chest rise and fall, she was so peaceful, so still; She had tubes and drains and bandages and more, I had no idea what else she had in store; She then opened her eyes, she must have heard me breathing, She reached for my hands as I was just about leaving; Her loudest words were like the sound of a whisper, Her hardest touch was so soft and tender; She looked at me and said “it’s not as bad as it seems,” She was right, my imaginary nightmare escalated into a wonderful dream; She tried her best in any way that she could, And if her care was delayed, she understood; She considered every task I did to be such a big favor, And to her, nothing I did could have been done any better; For a dying person, she had a great outlook on life, And for every slice of it, she would take a big bite; She intended to win this battle without a fight, Because she had the energy, but she did not have the might; As per her wish, she was discharged home, And hours later I felt anxious every time I heard the phone; Just waiting for the news that she passed away, But it did not happen, At least not that day; Then one sweet day, she just slept away, To start a whole new life, a whole new day; She took her wings, and off she soared, Into the moonlight, this illness no more; I cried inside because I was so hurt, Yet she so comfortably exited this earth; After all, I guess what she said was right, That “death is just an extension of life”. 12/17/02 |
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