Short stories, poetry, haiku, expository and technical non-fiction. Report Cards and observations on writing. This began as my repository of exercises from the "What If?" self-help writers group at AOL. It has become more and less, since leaving AOL.

Monday, April 17

Poem for Pamela

April 16, 2006



She was lying on the floor

where he lay her down in panic

calling frantic for help,

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”



They stood in clusters.

Paramedics dressed in blue polos,

stethoscopes around their necks,

looking down at her in pity.



Former family, another bunch,

a fine, strapping young man,

guilt-ridden, sobbing quietly,

step-mother holding him in his grief.



Her ex-husband, cold, uncomfortable

addressing the medics as brothers in toil,

thanking them for coming, for nothing,

The son did it all.



CPR, two by fifteen,

breathing, beating, her soul's sole link to life

as sirens scream from down the road,

death gurgling back at him.



Black fear had gripped his heart

as she broke under his loving weight,

ribs cracking, lungs crackling wrongness

where once was right.



She was well and truly dead,

my dear, suffering friend.

No amount of wishing or weeping

will bring her back again.



Meanwhile, I sat on the sofa,

talking with my wife,

commenting on her prolonged silence,

indications of the end so near.



Little did I know, even less could I understand,

She'd come to me, said good-bye,

as she shut down, circuit by circuit,

Despite the efforts of love to save her...




In loving memory of Pamela Hilger, April 10, 1956 ~ April 16, 2006.

With sincere condolences and respect to her son and daughter and those who loved her well.





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5 comments:

Paul said...

Wonderful.

Lisa :-] said...

This is a scene that hovered at the back of my mind but I didn't want to bring forward. You did it with grace...

Pamela will be missed...:-]

V said...

Aw, this was heartwrenching, but beautiful.
Thanks,
V

Dr. Charles said...

captured the tragic moment well.

Gannet Girl said...

This is quite wonderful.

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