Jumpy dots and numbers in red,
Shallow breaths and tubes with med.
Not in too much pain, doctors compel.
Maybe it was from that stupid movie.
Lest my hand be his last heave.
Slowing the pace.
And no more.
He's with Jesus, all the better.
Yes, wait for the Day.
-- For my father-in-law (1948 - 2015) --