D.N.R.

D.N.R. is what it stated.

D.N.R. is what it said.

D.N.R. is what was written

On the wall, above her bed.



I stopped and sat at her bedside.

I stopped and sat by her bed.

I looked at her wasted body

And saw her healthy, instead.



Laughing, living, loving her life

Fulfilling her dreams with ease

Surrounded by her family

This was life and it did please.



Reduced now to a bed number

No one came to pay a call.

Ill and wrinkled, hardly breathing

She would not give up at all.



Go now gently. Go now softly.

Know someone is here with you.

In your final moments on earth

Know you're loved. God awaits you.

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