ocean by Angela Thomas the end was terrible. she was in terrible pain. and watching her struggle, her hand spasming in contractions that racked her body and caused her head to be thrown back slightly, her eyes closing as she tried to manage the tidal waves, i could not bear to watch her suffer. i prayed and prayed and prayed for her to be at peace. no one deserved this. the nurse offered to make her even more comfortable, steady morphine at the highest legal doses to calm the ocean of torment swelling inside of her body. on her behalf, i begged for acceptance. the drugs worked quick, like her breath. she began to transition, floating from this world to the next with a rythmic huffing and a tremendous will to live. when all the sand on the shores of her lifetime and the tide that had been washing it for fifty five years stopped, i cried tears of joy. for truly, she was at peace now. sad to see her go and glad to see her leave a failing earthly vessel as it plummeted towards the ground. 03/29/2010 Posted on 03/29/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/29/10 at 07:41 PM I could not imagine watching someone I loved go through this, well described here. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)