My friend rests quietly,
Her legs more swollen today than yesterday,
Sleeping, or sinking into sleep,
Readily.
I read a book about the process of dying.
I know what happens as the body shuts down.
It looks like
This.
There isn’t anything that I can do.
So I sit with her in silence,
And watch her breathe,
And ask God to be with her
This day,
Every day,
However many she has left on this earth.
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