The nurse reminded us that hearing is the last sense to leave
So why did I choose then to revisit the past?
After being careful for years, my words I would sieve
The nurse reminded us that hearing is the last sense to leave
Now there will be no next chat, my guilt to relieve
It was like gobbling without tasting, after a fast
The nurse reminded us that hearing is the last sense to leave
So why did I choose then to revisit the past?
Pencilonmybackporch 
Oh, this hit hard. Your repetition of the line “hearing is the last sense to leave” really spoke to me. I have also had this experience with my own mother.
Although a tough memory, I am so glad you wrote this poem. It’s beautiful.
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Thank you for your kind words, Heidi. Could you tell this was about my mother?! Mothers and daughters- complicated.
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Your line “it was like gobbling without tasting” really struck me. I have walked the Hospice path with my sister so I feel all that you wrote. I appreciate you writing about the end of life since our culture usually sushes it.
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Thank you, I appreciate your response so much. I wondered whether to post this and you make me glad I did.
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This is powerful writing where you wear the emotions in each repetition, each line. “Gobbling without tasting, after a fast” – this line speaks volumes. I’m wishing you peace in grieving.
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In the past week, two friends have lost family members after some time in hospice care. It does bring memories. To remember that hearing is last to go can be haunting if there were words you wish hadn’t been said, comforting if it allowed time for goodbyes. There’s often some of both… I think most of us wish for one more chat… even if we had the chance for a good goodbye.
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Very powerful. Very powerful indeed.
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I’m with you on this one, and also appreciate hearing others’ stories of hospice and grief. It’s been six months since my time with hospice for my wife, and I take your poem to heart. Thank you.
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I have been reading some of your memories. I am so sorry for your loss.
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Such a beautiful and poignant poem.
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I have a friend in hospice now. Your poem really hit home for me.
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The repetition did its work. Helped the reader pause and think about the words.
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