A mother fights the anguish of watching her son die. |
In memory of my 9 year old son who died in a car crash in 1980. The Light by E C Wesch The chamber pot was empty The bed was freshly made. A nurse stood by the window Pulling down the shade. Flowers on the nightstand Had begun to droop. The permeating, air of death, Knocked me for a loop. The coldness of that sterile room Sent shivers down my spine. My hair stood up like soldiers Standing straight in line. Every time I took a breath My chest would start to tighten. Furrowed lines across my brow Proved that I was frightened. Empty is my broken heart As I stare upon that bed. Gasping, choking, sobbing After what the doctors said. Three days and nights you never spoke Nor opened up your eyes. I was given the choice to pull the plug And let your body die. A tough decision I had to make I screamed and closed my eyes. You must have felt my anguish For silently you died. Suddenly, the line went flat You took my choice away. You tried to ease my burden On that fateful day. I did not want to face the truth But I knew within my heart. The child I'd loved was gone from me, To a brand new start. The Angels came and took you In the middle of the night. I hope they took you by the hand To guide you to the Light. |