Waiting For The End

A Poem by Resa

I hold your tiny hand,
I can feel each bone .
Your tears fall gently
On my left wrist.
I know you feel alone.
Towards the end, it seems to always go like this.
I tell you, “ Not to be afraid “.
That, there’s nothing to fear.
You lift your tear filled eyes,
And look into mine.
Without a word, your eyes speak as if to say
“ How do you know my dear.
The truth is , I haven’t a clue.
I can’t say what waits for us.
Once our lives are finally through.
I’ve held the hands of many ,
As death began to pull them away.
I don’t think I’ll ever , find the
Right words to say.
I’m sorry that I can’t ease your suffering,
Bring your painful wait
To a swift , sudden end.
That’s what I would want
From a dear close friend.
But, we are not Gods,
We must follow the rules .
Perhaps they were written by holy men,
Or maybe just jotted down on paper,
By some drunk fools!
Either way, this is what waits for us towards life’s end.
Nothing more can I do,
Just sit closely by you, and
Hold your tiny hand.
My sweet, dear departing friend.