Just past midnight in a hospital room
Tired, weak wondering if my time was coming soon.
Afraid to close my eyes for fear I would not wake
My nurse gave me pills of which I would not take.

I was so ill, couldn’t keep anything down.
The Mormon’s came and gathered around.
When asked if I would accept a blessing,
I accepted with no hesitation.

Later that evening I fell off to sleep.
I heard voices, so many voices, seemed so far away.
Frantic voices, all having the same thing to say.
Go back Mel, you have to go back.

Don’t send me back, please don’t send me back.
I was moving closer and closer to the light.
The atmosphere was clear and bright.
I turned from the light and realized,
my family was no where in sight.

I woke abruptly, feeling cold and uncomfortable.
A fan blowing, ice cloths on my head and face.
Voices calling, Mrs. Germain, Mrs. Germain.
A voice exclaimed, she’s back, she’s back.

Confused, wondered what was going on.
The following morning a nurse explained,
we almost lost you last night,30 seconds more
you would have crossed through that door.

Recalled my experience and realized, I was on my
way to the other side., saw the light at the end of
the tunnel, heard voices sending me back.
It was bright, peaceful, a euphoric feeling,
blissful. I was so close to crossing over, it just
wasn’t my time.

Melvina Germain

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