I stand watching you
While you fight for your life
Your breathing slow, each breath slower than the last
I hear the machines beeping, an urgency
And then there is silence, they beep no more
I see you sleeping
Like you’ve dozed off
like you used to, before,
when we were young
while telling a story
and we’d say, “And then pa?”
Then you’d wake up
and continue from where you’d stopped.
I’d seen the children do it too-
nudging you, wanting more, wishing the story never ended
they’d say, “And then Nana*?“
and you’d stir
and carry on where you’d left; It made me smile
for the things that never change.
I touch you gently now; there is a quiet on your face
I whisper hopeful, greedy for more,
“And then pa?”
But you ‘re in deep slumber, I see a peace on your face.
*Nana – grandpa
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