I looked at my wife, my wife looked at me, <br />We both looked at the nurse <br />Who spoke to us with tear-filled eyes: <br />'Her condition is getting worse'. <br /> <br />'We've done all that is possible <br />To try and save the day <br />But our best wasn't good enough - <br />Now we can only pray'. <br /> <br />And so we prayed - what else to do? <br />And I was far from sure. <br />I spoke to God more earnestly <br />Than I'd ever done before. <br /> <br />The God that I'd rejected <br />And I only hoped somehow <br />That he would overlook my past <br />And listen to me now. <br /> <br />We stayed with her till morning came. <br />The doctor said, 'It's best <br />For everyone right now <br />If you go home and rest'. <br /> <br />We kissed her thin and sallow cheek, <br />We spoke, but no reply. <br />A question hovered in the air - <br />Was this our last goodbye? <br /> <br />For her, tomorrow never came. <br />But we prayed once again, <br />Sad but glad that God had heard <br />And rid her off her pain. <br /> <br />He's taken her to heaven, <br />He's taught us to be brave <br />And smile with pride when daily we <br />Put flowers on her grave.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-goodbye-6/
