It’s gone seven in the morning, You’re asleep in your bed. We come and flick on the lights, With a smile we say, “Wake up sleepy head”. It’s time for a wash and for some breakfast, You shout and push us away. “We’ll be as quick as we can sweetheart, I’m really sorry”, with meaning, I say. I comb your hair and spray your favourite perfume, But you wince and quiver with fear. It breaks my heart how scared you are, I begin to shed a tear. It’s breakfast time so I sit with you, I try and help you to eat. You won’t open your mouth, you spit it out All over your nice clean sheet. You lash out and hit me, I try and calm you down. I sit by your side and whilst holding your hand, I say “My darling, please don’t frown”. A young couple of twenty, By your bedside is what I see. A young woman with black curls beaming, That is not the lady looking sorrowful at me. I wonder what you did when you were younger, And how your lived your life. I wish I knew how I could make it better, So you didn’t go through this strife. I know I am really busy, I wish I could spend more time with you. But I have to answer another buzzer, I’ll be a minute, or a few. When I come back to check, I see you writhing around in pain. I go to get a painkiller, But you spit it out again. You look very pale and gaunt, You are taking shallow breaths. I check your vital signs, But now you are distressed. You won’t let us give you fluids, Or let us take your blood. It must be so painful for you, You’ve really had enough. We try and make you comfortable, And make sure you are pain free. Your hands and feet are getting cold, You are purple on your knee. I know the end is near, But you lay there on your own. Your breaths become few, I hear you begin to groan. You close your eyes, And become very weak. So I hold your hand , And I begin to stroke your cheek. You begin to take your last breath, So I stay by your side. I begin to shed a tear, And in you I confide. "I’m sorry I didn’t understand. I’m sorry I made you cry. I wish I’d been a better nurse. I’m sorry this is goodbye". I make sure you look beautiful, Like the woman that you were. I put a flower in your hand, “I’ll really miss you Fleur”.