This is Me

This is Me

An Ode to the many who have passed.

Here is my doctor, here is my nurse,  

As I lie in space and time today, 

What is it they put on me to breathe,

Where are they my friends to hold.

The room is bright with faces unknown,

One talks while one touches,

One more moves my mask,

Will I see my family will they come?

Why am I here is there a prognosis,

The doctor, the nurse, 

I can hear them speak,

What is they said about me?

Now its dark, I hear no voices,

I feel alone with no one to care,

At last a light shines on me,

I passed away to be with God.

Ralph B. Hathaway, in memory to those we’ve lost.