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She lay in bed, frail

Losing the battle of life

The monitor’s monotonous bleep

Synonymous to a failing heartbeat

The drip struggled

Through an oedematous arm

I want to help you

I know why you are in pain

I knew the pathology of her illness

The atherosclerotic artery, which could

No longer sustain,

The resultant ischemia and the dead bowel

The body’s fight back in vain

You need a big operation was all I could say

She smiled faintly and grasped my hand

I have had my share, existence I don’t desire

Don’t let the misery prolong

Let me in peace retire

I consulted the notes

And nurses Kardex

No friend no family

No one

I felt alone

I went back to see her

As she lay cold

In the chapel of rest

No one came to mourn her

No one to shed a tear

I felt grief

I wanted to cry

But am not qualified to do so

While draped in blues

For my lady

Eequor