She clasped her grandmother’s hand in hers,
stunned by the weakness and frailty
of the skinny fingers.
Machines beeped in the sanitary hospital room.
The words ‘Palliative Care’
Crisp on the walls.
A sob was wrenched from her mother’s throat
And she watched the first tear drop
Many would soon follow.
Wetness coated her own cheeks in silence
Unable to disrupt the mourning
Despite the life beside them.
That night her father came to get her from the dreary room
And her mother urged her to go and said,
“Grandma won’t pass if you’re here.”
She offered a weak smile, knowing her grandpa was there
In spirit for both her mom and grandma
And she walked away willingly.
In the middle of the night, she woke to heartbreak
And knew her grandma had left this world.
A happy soul now gone forever.
Cries echoed down the hallway when her mother returned
And she wiped away her own sorrows to put on her face.
A warrior’s mask to support her mom
And fight her demons with her.