“Hospice”
I don’t know how to die.
I hope I can do it right.
I’m scared.
Who can help?
Who can tell me how?
They’re scared too.
They don’t know.
They can’t know.
I’m alone.
I’m a pioneer,
on a well-worn path.
There be monsters there?
Hold my hand.
Smile.
Joke if you can.
I’ll die the best I can,
for you.
So sad and so beautiful, and now I’m really crying. Not for Elizabeth, but for that beautiful poem...