Tubes and
wires
Nurses,
needles
It was a
shock
To see him
So pale, so
weak
We could
barely breathe
Wondering
We never stopped
Praying
He seemed so
helpless
And he would
have been
But he wasn't
Because she
was there
At the foot of his bed
And the
other two
Each holding
his hand
The boy was
there
Making us
laugh
And the six
of us
In that tiny room
In that tiny room
Were strong
Strong
enough
To steel him
up
And lead him
out
And now
He’s good
Because we
were good
Together
National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 4.
Prompt: Good Together
National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 4.
Prompt: Good Together
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