I hear your voice making jokes of your present state along with ours,
But your lips are not moving,
And you are but another body in this hospice bed.

I feel your presence always bringing cheer about the room,
But your presence no longer brings you,
And you are but another body in this hospice bed.

I touch your body and your strong arms wrap around me one more time,
But your strength is no longer there,
And you are but another body in this hospice bed.

I taste the fresh homemade bread you just pulled out,
But you are not at your home,
And you are but another body in this hospice bed.

I see your eyes rest upon the ceiling as if in deep thought,
But your mind is not thinking,
And you are but another body in this hospice bed.

 

I hear your voice joking with your friends during the sharing at your funeral,
You are you, again.
And for that I am happy.

I feel your presence combining again with the you I knew before this cancer,
You are you, again.
And for that I am happy.

I see your smile, radiating miles and miles of sky,
You are you, again.
And for that I am happy.

Kymber Keffeler