Christina A. Sharik

(For Diana Dwan Poole)

He said, “Am I dying?”
She said, “Do you pray?”
He said, “I know now I lay me……
please don’t go away” –
He said,
“Will you hold my hand?”
“Yes”, she said
and climbed into the bed.

And when you think about it,
he was just a young man-child
whose last moments would be spent
as she cuddled him and smiled;
to him, she was the only one –
to her, he’s one of many –
Now, picturing their faces –
she really can’t see any.
But when she said that child-like prayer
and knew that he was gone –
the simple words stayed with her
and helped her carry on.