Heartbeats synchronize themselves
to the ticking of the seconds hand
as my tear torn face lifts from the haze of pain.
Small hands wrap themselves around my fingers as you smile up at me.
Mask on, lights off:
the nurses say goodnight as shifts are traded.
I will not leave your side my child.
All I have left in the world is your smile and toothless giggles.
Like a malicious vine climbing up the tree of life and strangling it,
you cough.
My eyes water once again as your hand slips away, and eyes glass over.
Monitors beep constantly as I am shoved away by the ‘one two three CLEAR!’,
And the music of a mockingbird play behind my mind;
“Hush little baby,
don’t say a word
Pappas gonna buy you a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don’t sing
Pappas gonna buy you a diamond ring”
Your breathing lifts open my eyelids
as cool hands guide me back to your side.
“I love you baby-girl.” I whisper humbly,
I know these may just be the last words I say to you.
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