Written after meeting a former Buddhist nun,

now a hospice nurse.  Here I read :Hospice Nurse

Hospice Nurse

Angel of Death

will you be there

when my time comes?

Will you be there

your delicate nimble hands

ready to give

my last shot

of diamorphine?

And will you smile

and gently hold my hand

for that last time?

And will I be able

to look into

your piercing, knowing eyes

and say

goodbye?