This poem is taken from Stand 219, 16(3) August - September 2018.

Sandra Egleton Poem
A Slow Death

I am immobilised by imminent death
Compelled to enter the
Struggle of each rasping breath,
Mouth glued open and dry.
Trying to figure out how to
Stage exit and still hold onto life.

I stroke her hand lightly
Cup her head in mine.
‘I love you mum’
‘I love you mum’
I can't think of anything else to say,
As in the moment I mix up her death with
The little dying
Day after day
We had together when I was a child.

I'm panting breathless for our lives.
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