GONE

grieving

GONE

 

I awaken at 6 o’clock, just as dawn is breaking

Although still quite woozy, I peek out of the window to view a splendid sunrise with hues of purple, orange, and a tinge of yellow inviting the sun to stir shortly

I still grieve the loss of Henry, his body cold and gray by now

I shall dress and have some tea before I depart for the hospital

Shall I call Edward to pick me up? Sometimes I have second thoughts about his manner

I muse for a moment and the decide it is fine to call him

He arrives shortly after my tea and scone

 

He politely greets me with my name and opens the cab door for me to step in

Along the ride to the hospital, I am mute

Reluctant to speak as I still grieve

Edward senses my mood and is quiet

Yet he insists upon gazing at me through the rear-view mirror

How am I to surmise this gesture?

Oh well, I must not fuss with it

 

Here I am at the Hospital

I kindly pay Edward

We smile at each other as he closes my cab door

I thank him and he tips his cap and wishes me well

 

Now I am in the Doctor’s  reception room awaiting my call

To step into his office

This doctor, as I discern, is  a dignified official in the army

He is British an has a full-blown accent, yet I grasp his speech

Suddenly my name is called and I follow the nurse into the doctor’s office

He has a smile on his face, nought on mine

I reveal that I am quite upset about Henry’s demise

The doctor explains that heart attacks after a long convalescence are not unusual

He speaks the words of sorrow

As I wipe a tear from my eye

The doctor continues to advise that his body will be shipped in a coffin to his brother in America

I have no more words to say

I thank him , turn to the door and leave

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This seems to be a part of your Bridges story. Our heroine is now visiting the hospital where her lover died, and wonders if the cab driver is going to hit on her. At the hospital she speaks with her lover's doctor, who tells her heart attacks are not unusual after a long convalescence. The doctor tells her that her lover's body will be shipped to relatives in America. The lover speaks her approval and leaves.

[Betty Hermelee]

Correct! This is the sequel to At Bridge’s End…. Thanks for your support and fine review!🌷read moreCorrect! This is the sequel to At Bridge’s End…. Thanks for your support and fine review!🌷
Warmly
B🍁

[Soren]

Sad this poem speaks of a loss and the shipping home of the body. Any loss is sad but this one appears quit somber. Well done

[Betty Hermelee]

It is somber and unexpected, but taken as well as possible by the protagonist .. you always find the right words to express your reviews, much appreciated
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷

[Soren]

You are most welcome Betty