His time has come to leave this place,
His suffering needs to be over, for a month
He has held on and his body is tired and sore now.

The machine breaths for him,
And he no longer tries to take the few breaths he used to,
His eyes no longer see the nurses around him.

He lifts his hand and tells the angels waiting for him,
"wait, I am not ready yet, she's coming",
The nurse doesn't hear him but she makes out what he's saying,
He says it over and over.

She wonders if he is scared, but when she gets closer she feels
The peace like a blanket around him,,
He is alone in the room but the room feels full.

All day long he tells them "wait, not yet", and as night falls
His grand daughter rushes in from the flight she took to get here.

She takes his hand, strokes back his hair and talks to him of all
they had done, she tells him how loved his is.

His eyes close and a peace fills his face, he smiles, relaxes, and the machine
Complains because it can no longer read his heart beat.

The angels hold out their hands....