Lying in his hospital bed waiting
Seeing nothing the stroke has claimed his mind.
She sat by his bed hoping
Waiting for some new event: her eyes fixed
On the shadows overhead
Miracles do happen, but not this time.
Looking back a smile comes over her face remembering,
They had come together in time of war.
Their whole life was a preparation for this event
After sixty six years of marriage now separated; but not apart
Closer now she must face her last years without him
As this long last night claims his soul for eternity.
The silence between them speaks his time has run its course
Kissing him gently as she said her goodbyes
Their hands locked together for one last time
Tears form and fall gently from her face. Do they know they're old?
These two who are my father and my mother,
Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold.