How slowly life ebbs out of a home and a person. My Grandmother suffered a stroke and is paralyzed.
It was the living room,
the focus of all the members of the house
the TV was there and sometimes the laptop
at least four people were to be found
playing games or laughing and talking
in that room at any given time.
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Then something left the room
it did not go suddenly
it left slowly and steadily
one inch at a time…it was life.
Life left the living room
and it became the dying room.
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On a bed in the middle of the room
she lay and wondered
where did life go?
Yes there still were at least
four people in the room,
but they were not living.
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They were not dead either,
they were in limbo.
Waiting for the imminent death in their midst
to come to pass so they
could go back to living
a semblance of the normal life.
Heartrending…..
Very Very well written Cash.
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