by Denise Gajus.
Across the Room.
Is death going to take you?
It’s way too soon.
I see the pain
In your beautiful eyes
If I could ease it
I would surely try.
I see the slowness
In your once Strong Step
Please Lay down
And try to rest.
I see the pleading
In your tired, tired face
Can you go to
A safer Place
I feel the confusion
That you must feel
Oh Dear God
Is this pain really real?
If you could lay down
And just go to sleep
The pain would be gone
And you could have final peace
by Marcia Schler
After long years filled with love and honour
When the weight of time grew wearying
and she was content to have it finished
I brought my old dog to our friend.
old eyes already closed, waiting.
Our friends hand was gentle
on the weary body with its ragged fur.
So gentle to find the frail small vein
where death could enter.
Old blood runs sluggish,
old veins slackly resisting.
all I can see through silent tears.
I watch capable strong hands lightly coaxing
and at the last the small red flower
blooms briefly in the crystal
before he eases the plunger in.
The weary heart slows and stops
as the joyful spirit leaps free.
dropping unheeded into the soft fur.
Our friend withdraws, his gentle hands
leaving old dog’s cast-off body.
My head bowed over the weathered white mask
for a moment
before I let her lie by herself
and draw the blanket over her.
To bring even a kindly death brings sadness.
He asked how many years she had, and
I heard more than that in his voice.
for keeping zest in her years
for making a good end of them
for his capable hands
for gentle words
for caring heart.
and laid her as if sleeping
wrapped in her worn blanket
and sheltered deep in the kindly silent earth.