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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

His breathing
became ragged.

It was a rainy day.
At 6:00 p.m.
he passed away.

I was with him,
finally alone,
all afternoon.
I told him I was sorry
he had to endure
this ending.

A woman doctor
came up from
a different floor
to say to me
that when we die,
we choose the people
we want to be with.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

8 responses to “End

  1. Gave me shivers, Ethel. Beautiful, heartbreaking, the “ending” offering some comfort. Sending much love, Diane

  2. A wonderful comment. Ethel

  3. Tears come to my eyes reading this, Ethel. It’s good that you were able to be with him. ❤️

  4. Thanks. Love and peace to you. Ethel

  5. These lines are immensely poignant, and brave, Ethel. My very best wishes, John

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