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An Unforgettable Visit
Something is definitely not right
The atmosphere of the Indiana Nursing Home gives me quite a fright
The stillness of the place
The sickened patients
As I reach room 208, my stomach drops
What am I to expect? Am I really prepared for this?
Should I turn around now, or should I move on?
As my feet keep going, I hope I've followed the right path
As I stare down at the nursing home bed, tears begin to swell in each eye
I wonder to myself "Is he really going to die?"
The room is silent except for the loud heavy breaths of what is left of him
Covered in sheets, it looks as if he's not even there
Skin and bones, sunken eyes that are shut, and a pale face
I can't help but glare
Doctors come in and nurses go out
All of them checking up on him, yet trying not to shout
He lay in the bed, barely moving a muscle
Half unconscious he can't hear, notice, or understand a thing
Prayers are said among many who knew him
A friend's pastor even showed up and prayed for his soul
Still he lay, stiff as a board, white as a ghost
His breathing decreases
He's still hanging in there
A minute or two go by and he does not give out or take in any air
Is he dead? Is he alright?
He breathed in again and slowly out
One more breath is taken
That's all that's left in him
His heart gave up
His organs stopped
He's gone
Tears run down my face as he died right in front of me
Is it possible, could it be?
He can't be gone, he can't be
Just wait and see, he'll breathe again
I walk closer to his still face
No movement
No air
No heart beat
Nothing
I run to the arms of my mom as I cry
"No, No! He's not gone. He's not dead! Wake up, wake up!!"
My mom replies through tears, "He's gone Erica. He's gone. He's not coming back."
Now, I realize something
No more suffering, he's gone
He's in a better place to call home
This man was my great grandpa, my angel, my soul
And he'll never be forgotten, that's for sure
