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I Knock but the Door Opens Not

by Frank - icare2be (writer), Aurora, CO, October 25, 2010

How do you answer the question from your mother who is terminal waiting for that moment? She asks: "How do I die?", "Please help me die."

I Knock but the Door Opens Not.
How does one cross over to the other side?
What is the secret of releasing oneself from this mortal being?
I see my dieing Mother wanting so desparately to cross over.

Mother has journeyed long.
Illness has struck her low
And brought her close to the door.
There is no turning around.
The journeys end is nigh.

Waiting for release so intense.
The suffering so great.
"Please help me! I want to die."
My heart breaks as Mom's has.
How can I answer this question?

The answer has been.
"I do not know,
but let me hold your hand
and wait with you."

Let us again share our memories.
Retell family stories.
Relive pain and joys.
Celebrate the good times.

We do not control
The timing, nor the place.
We can, only be, patient.
We can only wait.

Keep searching,
Learn Acceptance.
Keep knocking.
Learn patience.
Joy awaits.

A deep breath.
And then no more.
Good bye, my heart.



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By Frank - icare2be on October 25, 2010 at 06:11 pm

@Askcherlock Thank you for your comment.. Agreed. Actually, too many can relate.

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By Frank - icare2be on October 25, 2010 at 06:20 pm

@Melody Thank you.. That was the lesson to be learned from that experience. Some meet this time with eagerness, love, and others with anger and resistance. All we can do is hold their hands, talk to them, sharing stories when possible, and let them know they are loved and not alone. I held my dad's hand as he took his last breath in 1972. These moments stay with you.. At least for me.

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By Frank - icare2be on October 25, 2010 at 09:47 pm

Dean, You are right on! Without those particular lines there is no poem to write. It was that question Mom asked while I was sitting by her bedside and my gut level reaction to it.

Thank you..

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