A poem, The open window
This is fiction with a tad of truth, remembering my day's as a nurse.
The old woman lying quietly in her hospital bed
Aware her time was near
Looking back through a veil of tears
Remembering loved ones
Especially her beloved Ned.
Together they journeyed through the time-span they graciously called life
Her happiest day
When he asked her to be his wife.
Their union brought forth five little angels
Charlie, Noah, the twins, John and Jake
And Andy. the rebel.
She remembered crying the day Andy arrived wanting a little girl so badly
Today she would never change one thing in the past
All the sorrow, the happiness
She would welcome again gladly.
The twins John and Jake sacrificed on the battlefield in a place called Vietnam
The memory of that dreadful day lingers vividly although it occurred forty years ago
Her boy's, so eager, so full of aplomb.
Her grandchildren, their pride and joy, Ned spoiled them rotten and so did she
They grew up surrounded with love and contentment
In a close-knit family.
The nurse entered her room, asking, " Do you need anything before i turn off the light? "
She smiled and answered, " Nothing, but can you spare a moment, i want to tell you about an old custom dating back to ancient ancestry, when one is ready to depart this earthly life.
A window is opened, allowing the spirit to take flight."
The nurse kissed her forehead, straightened her covers, fluffed her pillow and opened the window
Bidding her a peaceful goodnight.
Soon the curtain was softly blowing in the wind
Her spirit joining her loved ones
Forever hereafter heavenly intertwined.
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