Her train arrived here a long time ago After a long journey with stops of joy stops of struggle Along the way: Moving along, active living.
Now she waits at this last stop For her plane to arrive. So here I sit with her passing the time: Simply waiting, simple living.
We sit in a circle of wheel chairs. The cheery coach in the middle -- ball in hand. Tossing to a woman -- slow and quiet and gray: "That's really great -- You caught it! Toss it back now." And around the ring she goes. Simple living.
We sit together: Your concerns are echoes of the past; Your dreams faded in a forgotten future; Your family -- a glass-shattered memory; Images fading in and out. Simply waiting.
A cat wanders by. He climbs onto your lap. He purrs soothingly ... He knows its almost time: Simple living.
Now I sit by you, You in bed in the long sleep. Quiet. Your room full of Spirit. Simply waiting.
At last your plane has arrived. Soon you will board To a far off, unknown land: No more waiting, a new living.
©2009 John A. Mills