Grief

May 10,

“My legs labored to and fro those close doors”

poetry
The hall was unusually imperturbable for a hospital. The call-light
for long minutes not wailing. It made you think those pains and ill feelings
have gone away. It was business as usual. Doctors come and go, the nurse station
of busy charts. A new lab test and some were a repeat of. An increase dose
of medicines to give. It made you conclude they are not yet close to going home.
While others reached recovery, the door adjacent the nurse station broke the routine-
with an open loud call for help. A patient was in distress.

Life is a journey
Sometime a walk with bare feet
On an unknown path.

You attended the call. You’re a nurse. They have put their trust on you. You enter the room and saw the patient gasping of breath, wanting oxygen badly. Calmly you putted on a rebreather face mask to him, and sets the oxygen level to 10 liters per min. Suddenly he is not breathing anymore. His pulse gone. You called in an emergency response team. Now you’re reviving the patient with chest compressions. You assured the family.

His eyes close
tears on both sides, not falling
You have felt the pain.

The shrill cries of his love ones heard behind the door. While others weep in silence.
The close one in apathy, watched the team rescue her father. But an hour pass,
the cardiac monitor showed vague hope. His heart not pumping back on his own. He is not back. You’re still doing CPR waiting for the signal. A decision was made by the family. You detached all. You saw the pain run through her face. You tried to console her. You walk out from the room of a dead man again. 

Solace in her eye
A keen gaze thru the window,
Again she is lost.

-emangarduque

 

A Haibun written for dVerse:

My first Haibun- I hope I did it right. As a nurse, I am a witness to varying pains and suffering of the many patients I had. While many have gone from ill to full recovery, others have found their rest on death. Some have accepted death beforehand, while others were caught off guard.

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16 thoughts on “Grief

  1. This one was difficult for me to read……have experienced much of this — but have come out on the other side still on the journey with my loved one, smiling and thankful for angels along the way.
    Will let others comment on the haibun form itself……..you’ve mixed the prose with the haiku successfully — different voices responding.
    Hope to see you again at dVerse 🙂

  2. This is a very dramatic way to use the haibun and really conveys the walking you have to do for patients. From one to the next and life to death. It is a tough job. My daughter used to nurse leukaemia patients. Hope you can take time for yourself to recover and be creative.

  3. You describe the situation in a way that took me right there with you, and your verses in particular are beautiful. We were asked for three paragraphs of prose followed by one haiku; you have obviously misunderstood and thought it was one haiku after each paragraph. But what you have done is in fact a legitimate way to write haibun too. 🙂

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