the arrangements for tomorrow
“Happy Birthday” I exclaimed “How was work?
She answered “Thanks”
Her voice was full of sorrow
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“An old lady die on my Birthday” she blurted out
She’s never gotten use to the death
It’s a noble profession being a nurse,
nurturing life and at the same time mourning it too
She was the only one with her when actually she died
She had no one else to be there, she said
she hung on for ages but she cancer it was prevalent
They called her family but they were stuck in the snow
I tried to appease her but she was in too much in grief
“Do you want me to come round ?” I said
“Can I come to you ” she replied ,
Yes I answer “Do want come stay the night?”
“I don’t like the thought of you being on your own”
”I’d like that” she said ” I don’t think I should on my own tonight too”….
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