A Hospice Poem
When my life is finally measured in
Months, weeks, days, hours
I want to live free of pain
Free of indignity, free of loneliness.
Give me your hand.
Give me your understanding.
Give me your love.
Then let me go peacefully
And help my family to understand.
– Written by a patient from a children’s hospice in Russia that was built after the Chernobyl disaster.