Candace Andrade

Last Moment

With every last breath she takes, it gets harder.
Her graying eyes are weak, just like the rest of her body.
Her mind, aware and scared because she thinks she is here to stay.

Six of her children surrounding her, her oldest she hadn't seen in years.
The youngest Michael, who was brave enough to hold her hand.
Her daughters and her son-in law there too.

Four crying grandsons and a granddaughter on her way
Who was oblivious about the events she would soon witness,
Just like the others who didn't see the beginning of the end approaching.

The room is filled with silent sobs of remorse and sadness,
The room as grim as a cloudy day in January
Thoughts of panic and uncertainty floated about the room haunting them like a ghost,
Nurses comforting like a mother would to her petrified child.

A new face pops into the room that is concerned and confused.
Her father guides her to the right side, where her grandmother lies weak and frail,
"Do you have any last words for Grandma?", tears overflowed her eyes.
For she now knew what she and her family would now have to face.

In the many thoughts that blow her mind like a bomb in war,
Her heart speaks in place of her mind, which could handle what was coming.

She trembles away shaking and into her brother's arms and lap as thier tears hit the pearly white floor,
Her mother steps out of room watching the numbers descend like plane crashing into land,
The doctors explain what will occur and what the family heard is what they feared for the worst.

The nurse gently pulls out, what was Dorthey's way to keep a place on Earth,
The children painfully watch, while their mother painlessy passes on to peace.


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