Two long years, you saw yourself
Change from a healthy septuagenarian
To someone who needs full time assistance
Well groomed, crisp whites and confidence
To unshaved, food spills and depression
You’d walk for miles everyday
Get up at 5:30, morning after morning
Preparing food at home, cleaning
Supervising caretakers, maintaining accounts
You used to take care of your ailing wife
Everyone thought you’d outlive her
But now she’s been left behind
Only your memories to remind
The stroke took away your dignity
Bed-ridden, then a wheelchair
You longed for the company of people
We tried to be there, but failed many times
I know death terrified you
You wouldn’t sleep at night out of fear
Grappling as life started to slip away on its own
Each time you’d fight back
But every battle made you weaker
Breathing got difficult
Sad smiles became blank stares
Then one night you slowly passed
No fuss, no alarm, no sound
Just the silence and peace of a man
Who was done living his life.
Today is the 29th day of the OctPoWriMo Poetry Writing challenge. The prompt today was to write about the end of something that was in some way inevitable and necessary.
I have written this about my grandfather. Of course I never wanted him to pass away, but towards the end, he was suffering so much that we all knew it was better for him to go. Those who have experienced the loss of someone after a long illness maybe able to relate.
Thank you for reading.