Death DoulasHave we ever heard,
Of who these people are?
They are there for those forgotten,
Left to die alone.
Have you ever imagined,
Not having anyone by your side,
As you slip into your last sleep,
Knowing that in your last moments,
You are not wanted.
Then comes along a stranger,
Telling you that he is there,
To hold your hand,
And assist you till your last breath.
He whispers little assurances,
That you have lived a life worth living,
That you have done well,
That you are wanted,
And that you will not leave this world forgotten.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2016-08-23 at 16:38
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