Poems From the End of a Life: Watermelon Sacrament and Sister

Updated on December 19, 2016
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Kylyssa Shay is a middle-aged autistic woman who works through her emotional pain in writing.

Care-Giving Can Be a Painful Honor

My sister-by-choice is dying of advanced, metastasized ovarian cancer. It may sound strange, but the poems I will be sharing here are my way of making sense of the world and honoring my own feelings to ease the pain of loss.

I've also been reading the words of other people processing their own losses, remembering and cherishing those they've lost or are losing. I have seen my own feelings written exactly by people I'll never meet, from all different circumstances, countries, genders, and ages. There's something deeply comforting in realizing my emotions are a common part of the human experience, that many people in the world truly do understand the pain I'm suffering. Somehow, it makes me feel a little more connected to the world, a little less alone.

I hope my words don't bring you pain, only a remembrance of the love you have expressed through providing care to someone at the end of their life.

Content Warning: These poems may be upsetting to anyone who has served or is serving as a caregiver to someone they love during their final days.

Slices of red, juicy watermelon
Slices of red, juicy watermelon | Source

Every Loss Is Different

Every time I care for a dying loved one, I discover that each loss is as unique as our love for each other.

My life has been something of a statistical anomaly in that I've been a caregiver of three beloved friends who have died or are dying much too young of cancer. The first was just 28, a non-smoker, and small cell lung cancer ripped her from us. The next was 38 when we lost her of the same damned thing. My sister turned 40 last March and there are but hours left.

My other lost loved ones fit a more usual and understandable pattern, being a parent or elderly. What may have been unusual is that I fell in love with the one dear, crotchety old bastard when he already knew he was dying.

Something in my nature makes me love those I nurture. I'm pretty sure I got it from my momma and learned it by being at her side as she cared for others, starting with Grandma Powells when I was just a toddler. I learned that caring for others was a sacrament and an honor that transcends belief.

I wrote the poem below because each bite my dear sister took from my hand felt holy to me and I felt blessed to be allowed to serve it. She worked in a pet store, giving care to small animals for most of her life and when the morphine came she joked that it was dosed with a hamster syringe.

She's still my little hamster girl for a short time yet.

Watermelon Sacrament

The ghost of life grows and shrinks ahead of her

with sips of ginger ale and bites of watermelon.

Forty years are crystallizing behind her,

hardening into some final shape

I can only see in rough outline.

All the softness has slipped out of her life

like the sweet padding of fat from meals we shared

has melted from her aching bones.

Swelling, reproducing, spreading,

her cells split instead of dying.

Today there are no wet bites of melon,

no tiny, peeled sections of tangerine

passing cracked, pale lips.

A sip of ginger ale is a victory

and the shadow of a future in my exhausted vision

stretches out from her by a few days.

Her fingers pluck at something I can't see

like she's reaching for a small, delicate flower

and she says, "It's blue."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," I respond,

as the aura of time contracts around her,

hours tighter than it was just seconds before

and hardening swiftly.

I give her morphine in clear tiny drops

and she whispers a laugh when I say,

"Good job, my little hamster-girl,

you still have balls of steel,"

when she manages to swallow

and reaches in the direction of her cup.

As time and my clenching heart permit, I will be adding more poems and photos of my dear ones lost and losing.

She Understands Me

I'm an atheist and an autistic person and these two aspects of my life often leave me feeling disconnected from the people around me. I spend my life pretending to be someone I am not so they can feel comfortable. Even when they say, "be yourself," most people don't understand who I am enough to realize they can't feel at ease around the real me.

But my sister gets it. She gets me. She cherishes my weird ways with tenderness, loving them instead of being unsettled.


She radiates love like the sun

and everyone is drawn to its warmth.

As her sun sets, my skies grow so cold.

My eyes, burning, leak joy transformed.

Joy, like a baby, feels great going into you

and pretty damned awful coming out.

I'm so thankful to her that she's given me

so much I'll always have some left inside.

She finds time in her precious days to smile at me

and talk to me with love.

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© 2016 Kylyssa Shay


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      Devika Primic 

      5 months ago

      It is true that when you share your pain with others you feel better.

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      Catherine Giordano 

      3 years ago from Orlando Florida

      I'm so sorry. I'm very moved by your beautiful poetry. My mother dies of ovarian cancer, but at the time (it was long ago) I had no words to express my feelings.

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      Shyron E Shenko 

      3 years ago from Texas

      Kylyssa, you my friend are an amazing person

      and your words that say you are your sister's keeper.

      We are all autistic, it is the degree that is different and I will not judge you for not believing in my God... so please forgive me if I send you Blessings.

      Thank you for answering my question about the XL pipeline.

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      Louise Powles 

      3 years ago from Norfolk, England

      This is such beautiful poetry and lovely words. I cared for my husband when he was dying, so can relate with your words. Thank you for sharing your lovely poetry.

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      Larry Rankin 

      3 years ago from Oklahoma

      One of the hardest things in the world to go through. I'm still hurting after losing my mother.

      Here's to blessed memories and happier days my friend.

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      Review Wizard 

      3 years ago

      Sublime yet beautiful imagery. Your poem has life-like flow and everyone can see his own life being moving and drifting in the rhythm and conscience of your very emotional poem.

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 

      3 years ago from Washington DC

      On no scale are my feelings common to the human experience because I an no longer human but man. The difference is the word man means "mind able to comprehend all things" which will ultimately eliminate all emotions because the more one understands the less man have emotions. On the other hand human, like woman, means "minds unable to comprehend all things" which means they judge things rather than objectively seek to understand cause and effect of things, that leaves then ignorant which is the underlying causes emotions.

      You constantly say you are atheist, I say I am "atheist-Christian" which means I believe human and woman are god and devil because of their judging and man are beyond judging. The definition of the Hebrew's Yehoveh and Khemit's ISIS names for god both means I AM THAT I AM and everything is what it is. Because human segregate them by giving names and definitions to things and then judge them based on sense perceptions they are unable to see everything is the single manifestation of the eternal being.

      Peace my sister, may you find the contentment your being the care giver rewards one.


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      Bill Holland 

      3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Very powerful messages. Yes, I have taken care of the dying. It is a mixture of emotions for sure...intense sorrow....joy that I was the one who was when them those last moments...of course, love....these poems brought back a lot of feelings, as all good poetry does.

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      Sally Gulbrandsen 

      3 years ago from Norfolk


      I feel your pain and understand your impending loss. You are not alone. I know that this past year has been a very difficult time for you. Thinking of you and wishing you strength in the days ahead.


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