Written after meeting a former Buddhist nun,
now a hospice nurse at a time when someone close to me was terminally ill.
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?