I can't forget the moment
your heart flatlinded,
my son, watched it
on screen in the ICU
as you lay there comatosed,
eyes closed, wired up
with wires and tubes
to a machine just out of sight.
I often wonder
what your last thoughts were,
what sounds you heard,
what images behind your
closed lids followed you
into I know not where.
We held your hands
at those final moments,
muttered words for you to stay,
but death came stealthily
and carried you away.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
I can't forget the moment
your heart flatlinded,
my son, watched it
on screen in the ICU
as you lay there comatosed,
eyes closed, wired up
with wires and tubes
to a machine just out of sight.
I often wonder
what your last thoughts were,
what sounds you heard,
what images behind your
closed lids followed you
into I know not where.
We held your hands
at those final moments,
muttered words for you to stay,
but death came stealthily
and carried you away.
