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.
Tags: His1desire, Pamela Hilger, Remembering Pam