Machines beep, flash
Exhale and inhale
We hold your hands
We stroke your face
To bring you peace
and to bring us comfort
But reality says you are not there
But clinically you are very much here
Centre of our attention (you hate fuss)
I see my mother silently reciting the Mi Sheberakh
bless you go quietly
bless you go with dignity
bless you pass surrounded by love.
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