I was There.

I was There.

A Poem by Sarah Flanigan
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This one is a companion piece of sorts to my piece, You aren't Here.

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I was there the last time she was awake.
I was there 
as her small, frail lungs
struggled under the task
of telling me
she 
loved 
me.
I was there 
as her cold, bony hand
reached out for mine,
which was encased in
a purple ICU glove.
I was there
the next morning,
just like I promised her I would be.
I was there 
as family and nurses
filed in and out 
of hospice room #26.
I was there
shuffling around the 5th floor
of a nearly deserted hospital
like a zombie
with the rest of my exhausted family 
at 11:00 P.M. on a Friday.
I was there, 
waiting by my phone
when it rang at 6:50 A.M. 
on a Saturday
when my aunt called
but couldn't speak
through her sobs.
I was there
as the woman I shared a name with,
the woman I loved 
with every fiber of my being
was lowered into the ground
on a rainy February day.

© 2016 Sarah Flanigan


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Sarah Flanigan
Sarah Flanigan

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I'm an introverted bookworm. I tend to spend my days drinking far too much coffee and playing my ukulele too loudly. Life is strange and surreal, but also beautiful somehow. more..

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