Yorkshire Times
Weekend Edition
Kaye McGann
Features Writer
10:17 AM 24th October 2022

October 24th, 2021

This poem is a personal reflection of an important day in the life of our writer, Kaye McGann. It is the briefest glimpse at a type of day that, sadly, many of us will have to endure.

As you lay dying,
The sun came up, but no birds sang.
I did not hear them sing.

The tubes were there, but empty. Your toes were cold,
Dead already.

“We’ve done all we can,” the doctor said at last,
Twelve days too late.

Twelve days you lay,
No response, coma-bound,
My one true love.

‘Untube him, Sister, let him die”,
He said – “And wait outside.
We’ll come to get you
When it’s time.”

They came too late.
Where did you go?
Are the birds singing?