We wait at the station, Mother and I,
one final stop for her – painless she prays;
I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
memories and regrets filling our days.
“We live too long,” she wearily proclaims
“Why must suffering linger till the end?”
I plea and bargain, call angelic names,
yet the will to survive refuses to bend.
The urgency builds as my time dwindles;
must I leave her in this compromised state?
She rallies and stands on wobbly spindles
dismisses fears – has accepted her fate.
Some destinations are clearly defined –
Death is a train whose schedule’s unkind.
(The Last Train first appeared January 2019. Image my own)
That last line, “schedule’s unkind,” makes me think that the train should arrive much sooner than it does. So much suffering until the end.
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That’s it exactly. Thanks
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Thank you for writing it, VJ! 🙂
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So wonderfully expressed and loved the last line
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Thank you
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Beautiful yet striking imagery in these words. I’m sending you strength and love, dear. Thank you for sharing these words with us!
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Thank you. I tried to visit your site, but WP says it no longer exists. A glitch?
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Hello! Thank you for visiting my site. It is not a glitch. It was something I started but I discontinued.
All the best 😊
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oh i do love this heartfelt poem so relatable VJ! It’s. bitter pill to swallow. ❤️
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Yes, it is. Thanks Cindy.
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💕❤️💝
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Beautiful V.J. I was with my mother when she died and I’ll never regret it.
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Thanks Anne. It’s truly a gift to share those last moments.
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Love that couplet at the end ❤
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Thanks K
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Whoa…that last line, packs a punch.
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🙂
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Simply lovely and heart filled. Your reading was tender. ❤️
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Thank you, Janis
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A superb analogy
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Thank you Derrick
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Wow…
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You’re poem almost moved me to tears. It took me back to my time caring for my wonderful mother in the months before she died.💙
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Then you know exactly what I’m writing about. A difficult time no matter how old they are.
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Yes, my mother was 87 when she died and more than ready to go. But still…
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What a beautiful piece of writing this is. 💖
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Thank you, Anne
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So sad yet so beautiful 💕.
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Thank you, Janice
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Wow, a sonnet is a difficult poetic form to write, and you did this eloquently. I love the metaphor you used, and the image is beautiful.
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Thanks LuAnne. Might be my only sonnet, lol.
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This is a very powerful poem; I was holding my breath as I listened to you read it. This line in particular resonates very strongly with me: “yet the will to survive refuses to bend.” The accompanying image is haunting.
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Thanks Liz. When I wrote it, it looked like the end for my mom, but she has lived on to 96. Now, though, she is making the choice to end her life through medical assistance. The words become even more poignant. I am so proud of her courage and clear-sighted direction.
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You’re welcome, VJ. It’s good that you can be there emotionally for your mother.
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This is so beautiful ❤️ the photo is awesome. It speaks as loudly as the poem does
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Thanks Brittny
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Any time VJ. I hope you’re enjoying your Saturday ! 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this heartbreaking poem. I adore the image.
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Thank you, Ali
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Poignant poem and beautiful reading. I like your image, too.
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Thanks Merril
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You’re welcome
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A very evocative poem VJ
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re welcome
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Thank you for the audio recording of the poem it was said with so much feeling. I feel so grateful that you found me.
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Likewise. Thank you
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Poetry has the power to move one’s soul. I just experienced it in this emotive piece. I am indebted to you for making me feel emotions I thought never existed or I have successfully suppressed. I am the primary care giver of my octogenarian mother. I am not sure who is taking care of whom. I am terrified of what will eventually be, yet when I see her aches and pains I wonder if I am not being selfish in hoping that what is to be never is.
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I’m so sorry. We are at the same place. The emotions are real and unexpected. Thanks so much
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