There Is No Sound [A Dedication to my Late Grandmother]
There is no sound.
She’s sitting, lying in her bed,
And she just stares at the ceiling.
I speak to her, I tell her I love her
And she squeezes my hand.
There is no sound.
She breathes like a normal person.
And she can see me, feel me,
Touch me, hear me.
But her lips will not, can not move.
There is no sound.
I turn to my family, my face pleading.
They just shake their heads.
I know that it’s her time.
And her last breath comes slowly, then nothing.
For the final time, there is no sound.
And I know that
Now, she is
Finally in
Peace.