Featured Poem: The Making of a Widow

Mimi Paris
Boca Raton

 

The Emergency Room
numbers on the screen
keep on going down.
I head for the nurse.
She’s talking, laughing.

 

I tell her, “Look!”
Her face shows fear.
My heart beats fast
and I run back.

 

Stuff rolls in,
Lots of staff.
Room is packed.

 

Shouts heard:
“Try again!”

 

“Gone.”

 

Comments

  1. QUICK AND TO THE POINT.
    I’M AN RN (RET) LAUGHING?
    BETTER ITS DONE IN COFFEE
    ROOM, JUST SAYIN.

  2. What a beautiful, heartfelt poem that is. I truly enjoyed reading it.

  3. High Impact. I’m crying A dear friend recently lost her husband.

  4. Very powerful.

  5. marlene klotz says

    Unembellished with fancy words that skirt around the absolute reality of death! Mimi Paris
    always writes with a sense of clarity and honesty.