All afternoon she lay, silent and quiet,
her eyes shut.
By evening the visitors started to leave,
And I was on the brink of going too,
But I did return, and whispered into her ear,
not expecting a reply
A tender farewell
“Good-night, my darling. We will see you tomorrow”
And she replied,
“Good-night my darling. I hope to see you tomorrow, too”
I cannot forget those words
Whispered in that voice I loved so much
Which meant she was still alive, and hoping.
But alas, she went into a coma soon after
And there was not to be another tomorrow for her
Nor would I see her look for me then,
Nor ever again, in this life.
Footnotes
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This poem is dedicated to the memory of the author’s wife, Leoné Jackson MD. The author’s poetry is gathered into three volumes including, most recently, Leoné, Sagas of the Red Canary, and other poems (2009).