Bedside flowers

I sit here and look at you sleeping.  
The doctor has spoken
and left us to be alone.
You awake and smile at me;
Without a word, 
we talk with our eyes 
in silence, for an hour. 

Two great writers, 
we have written at tale of love. 
A story to be read 
by every individual, 
in their own way.  
Together now,
we write the last scene. 

You Lay your hand out and 
I put mine in yours. 
I hold your hand, 
like you have held mine before;
Those restless nights  
you comforted me with sleep,
now I return the favor. 
With a settling breath you drift away. 

It seems life has decided  
I cannot follow you on this journey; 
Cruel but kind,  
it grants us a meeting place. 
It is where long conversations took place 
on dark nights;
I hear our voices laden with tiredness and tea. 
I squeeze your hand, 
before I say goodnight. 

Author's Note

One of my more direct poems.

Reviews

[MADAM]

The last few lines I love^^) a good write! I felt his pain and mild peace of him knowing what was going to happen... Sad indeed:( but poems don't have to be happy, and this one does a good job of letting us feel his sadness, but not in an overwhelming manner. Very nice job:3

[Lyn Anderson]

It seems your writing chronicles a journey of a person who has suffered much, but has come to some semblance of peace. Excellent write.

[R. L. Hill]

I love this. It's raw and emotional and your acception of the loss is beautiful

[Praveeta]

Hi Shane,

You have portrayed the emotions well in this poem. Thanks for your creation.

Praveeta

[Johanna]

Beautiful, but so sad :( Thankyou for sharing.

[Troy Henson]

You project your feelings and emotions well in this piece. A truly heartfelt write and one that tugs at the heart strings.

Regards
Troy

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

The last three poems are different from my other poems, due to the nature required to write them!

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thats realy nice . can feel lot of love from this poem. its wrote very smoothly and nice.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thanks! There is, very much so!