Here in the room the breaths come
maybe every ten seconds apart,
snoring sounds from a mouth agape,
now voiceless, beneath eyes mostly closed,
but probably unseeing.
She doesn’t hear the talk in the room.
We think. We hope.
Above the bed, a little plastic bag
of morphine perches like blessed fruit
from a swirly silver branch atop
the six-wheeled tree they’ll roll
out of the room whenever her spirit does.
Here in the room we watch, we wait,
hearing only the sounds of the family,
of the bubbling O2 humidifier,
the beeps of monitors and machines,
the murmurs and shoe-squeaks from staff
in the hallway on the fifth floor
as the hospital awakens this morning.
And punctuating it all come
the snorting gasps of a life dwindling away
every ten–no, fifteen–seconds.
We think. God help her, we hope.
– Joseph Hesch
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JOSEPH HESCH (A Thing for Words) is a writer and poet from Albany, New York , an old friend of Bardo and a new core team member. Joe’s work is published in journals and anthologies coast-to-coast and worldwide. He posts poems and stories-in-progress on his blog, A Thing for Words. An original staff member at dVerse Poets Pub website, Joe was named one of Writers Digest Editor Robert Lee Brewer’s “2011 Best Tweeps for Writers to Follow.” He is also a member of the Grass Roots Poetry Group and featured in their 2013 poetry anthology Petrichor Rising.
5 thoughts on “In the Room”
When my father was dying and hooked up to machines in the hospital, he finally asked to go home. So he was unhooked from all the machines and tubing that were keeping him alive and brought home with hospice in attendance if we needed them. Four of my siblings and I and our mother were with him as he drew his last breath (very peacefully) a little less than 24 hours after he came home. I must say that witnessing his passing was similar to watching someone being born…a profound shift…one coming…one going.
Oh, forgot to say thank you, Joseph, for a most important share of what will be played out countless times as we let go of our loved ones.
This reminds me of my own mother’s passing and I found it touching and appreciate your willingness to share the poem, Joe, and your experience. Thank you.
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Thank you, Brian.
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