No Right Words For the Dying

When my brother
Fifty-seven
Terminal with kidney C
Was dying slowly
All he asked-
'Just be with me.'

To a dying friend
No right words
Can convey
Comfort
For one facing the end
Cannot afford
To hear words...
That may
Distort.

Impossibilities
Erase all trace of Hope
His life is empty
Joy will cease
As his mind
Gropes.

Silence,
Being there -
Is all he really needs.
Death is near,
A Truth
That breeds
The fruit
Of Prayer
And
His Fear
Turns
To Peace.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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