Death on 51st


There was a moan coming from my parents bedroom not the kind you would of expect    My mother was sedated and she was sleeping with morphine    Occasionally she would sit up while still in bed and ask who was in living room and why were they talking about her   I told my father and brother she needed more morphine,they both looked at me as to say how did I know    In hindsight I had wished…..I told them to trust me and we all decided to wait for the nurse     She, my mother was all white the complexion in her face was a ghost of her former self     But you see this was my mother being the control freak that she was     If she couldn’t have life without Chinese food she didn’t want to live    If she had to plan her day around being hooked up to a machine it was an inconvenience     If she couldn’t have my father by her side she made sure didn’t have any spending money     How I wished I didn’t know the effects of morphine How I wish she could see me now with a daughter and wife something she always wished      But the all of life in all its wisdom can’t answer these,just some more morphine till death did she part



18 thoughts on “Death on 51st

  1. Oh Sheldon, I was reading along ok until your last line, which twisted me into an emotional ball of tissues. These unabridged writes can only come from the heart and your words captured my soul.


    1. This took me more yrs to write than you could ever imagine,I had a full plate
      But one day it was born
      Thank you for reading it because I post it for you,As Sheldon,oh there happens to be a lot more just got to get my hands on it


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