the witnesses
We sat in that room, it was our world
the constant hum, clicks, whirs
as the poison would enter him.
Lying, still, sedated from the pain.
Thoughts would creep in my mind
as my baby would pat him on the bed,
trying to stir movement,
thoughts of the death chamber,
the gurney,
the straps,
the fear.
It was like that there.
We, my son, sisters and I
were the witnesses,
ever present.
Watching him breathe
as it slowed,
labored,
rattled,
until finally
silence.
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Wow, Raskin
i like how you have portrayed the situation here. you wrote it in perfect style for what was happening in the poem. nice going
Linda
thanks linda
this happened a long time ago now. raskin
A Scene
So painful to watch.
A strong write raskin,
Dave
Thanks Dave
appreciate the read and comment. Those experiences are not always easy to live through but I learned a lot in the living of them. I think that's important. I celebrate his life and in a strange way his death as well. It's a total package life is. raskin
Oh Raskin
This must have been aweful for you to witness I had to read it twice, it must have been horrendous for you ,even although it was a long time ago, it must be always there in your mind ,I am so sorry you had to endure this hugs from Willow.
Thanks willow
I have a lot of images in my life some are very painful, some are great. For me, I think I'm really lucky to have experienced all these difficulties and still be able to see the beauty and humor in life. raskin
Raskin
This is very emotional, I have read it quite a few times now. I really don't think I have been moved by any other poem quite as much as I was by this.
Andrew
thanks andrew
for the read and comment. This one is pretty stark, there was a rawness to that time period and I tapped into that. I write this stuff for my kids so they understand a bit about me as a person and the experiences that drove me. Sometimes it's not easy. But we all seem to make it through somehow. raskin