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Death doula

You sit there with grace and patience

As the one you love breathes in

And breathes out

You hold their hand and sing lullabies

Hoping to connect them one last time to their earthly home

Praying they’ll just not be in pain any more

But wishing it didn’t have to be this way

And they may open their eyes for a minute and act like they see you

But you know they can’t

Because they’re already at the doors of heaven

And so you tell them to let go

Release their soul into the unknown

They’re safe now

But as you speak these words your sobs start trickling in and your voice wavers

“keep it together”, you whisper.

But it is too late, the loss of what you’re about to witness is so great that you yourself let go.

And it’s as if your soul is released with theirs and you can’t breathe anymore because you’re falling into oblivion with them

But when you open your eyes you’re the only one left in the room.


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