TUCKED 1 We did not know this would be the last time But there we were, Gathered around your hospital bed, Too many tubes running through your right arm. You were tired. He held a spoon to your mouth Filled with sherbet and fed you. Do you remember when I fed you like this, you asked him. Weary body, so weary and damaged by Unforgiving aged broken bones You wanted to sleep and so I propped a pillow behind your head And through garbled speech I understood you wanted your feet tucked in. I remembered how you used to do that for me And how much I loved that, to be held close By sheets, tucked with love and a kiss And today you are wrapped In a beautiful white shroud Every part of you, tucked. Embraced in the arms of Jesus. TUCKED 2 Shrouded body in white linen Lifted gently (so intimate) by those with tear-stained faces And placed in a cart for your final journey To your resting place. One, pulling the cart, Others singing robustly ...
