Journal of Gerontological Nursing

Endnotes 

While I Lie Dying

Crystal Lynn Woodson

Abstract

While I lie dying, simply try to ease my pain.
Do not offer me home remedies, for my fate will be the same.
I know I will not live much longer,
There’s nothing you can do to make my heart grow stronger.
Don’t feel guilty, don’t feel sad.
For easing my suffering, you should only feel glad.

During this time, in my darkest hour,
Don’t try to turn dirt into a flower.
Don’t try to hide the fact that I am dying,
For in your face I can tell you’re lying.
My body tells me what you can’t say,
No need to worry, it is okay.

My heart is slowing and the tumor’s growing,
All these things I will die knowing.
I may not tell you, because you’re already scared,
Be at peace with the fact that I will no longer be there.

Do not tell me how I should feel,
For me, this experience is already too real.
I only ask for your compassion to help me be free of pain,
And for you to keep loving me as if I’m the same.

My body grows weak and I start to see a light,
How beautiful these otherworldly sights.
Please stay with me, as I lie dying,
It’s all right for me to see you crying.
For it’s a natural part of life, you see,
I love you as much as you love me.

I do not know what is beyond,
Or what to expect when my hour dawns.
But I do have one request to make,
For when I am gone and your blues won’t shake.
You did all you could to make me well,
But your greatest gift to me, I will tell...

You stayed with my while I lay dying,
So thank you for all the care you gave,
And although my life you couldn’t save,
Your presence helped to ease my pain.
Remember that my soul remains.…

While I lie dying, simply try to ease my pain.
Do not offer me home remedies, for my fate will be the same.
I know I will not live much longer,
There’s nothing you can do to make my heart grow stronger.
Don’t feel guilty, don’t feel sad.
For easing my suffering, you should only feel glad.

During this time, in my darkest hour,
Don’t try to turn dirt into a flower.
Don’t try to hide the fact that I am dying,
For in your face I can tell you’re lying.
My body tells me what you can’t say,
No need to worry, it is okay.

My heart is slowing and the tumor’s growing,
All these things I will die knowing.
I may not tell you, because you’re already scared,
Be at peace with the fact that I will no longer be there.

Do not tell me how I should feel,
For me, this experience is already too real.
I only ask for your compassion to help me be free of pain,
And for you to keep loving me as if I’m the same.

My body grows weak and I start to see a light,
How beautiful these otherworldly sights.
Please stay with me, as I lie dying,
It’s all right for me to see you crying.
For it’s a natural part of life, you see,
I love you as much as you love me.

I do not know what is beyond,
Or what to expect when my hour dawns.
But I do have one request to make,
For when I am gone and your blues won’t shake.
You did all you could to make me well,
But your greatest gift to me, I will tell...

You stayed with my while I lay dying,
So thank you for all the care you gave,
And although my life you couldn’t save,
Your presence helped to ease my pain.
Remember that my soul remains.

Authors

Crystal Lynn Woodson is a student at The University of Iowa, College of Nursing, Iowa City, IA. Address correspondence to Ms. Woodson, The University of Iowa, 100 Quadrangle Building, No. 1119, Iowa City, IA 52242-1123

10.3928/0098-9134-20040101-12

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