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My son, stay strong, as you lie within this bed,
It will all be over soon my boy, just relax your tired head,
These men they come to bring you help,
So just relax and calm yourself,
Don’t speak dear boy, just save your strength,
I swear son they will fix you, and go to any length,
Just try to breath slow; I know it hurts now,
But I know they will help you, just don’t ask me how,
Goodbye my son, ill be holding the faith,
You’ll come back real soon, and ill see that smiling face,
You’ll be all the better, you soon will see,
Just believe, trust me.
The doctors roll away the boy, as the father stands there almost dead, as the pain of his sons sickness, runs all through his head. A somber tear runs down his face, as the boy rolls away, and the father hopes he’ll come back in a better way.
Months before the boy had been sick, and they didn’t know, they didn’t catch it quick. The son kept playing, as if nothing was wrong, though the pain in his chest just kept moving along. His breathing became labored, his skin became pale, his eyes became bloodshot, and so this present time is his hell.
Doctor his pulse is weakening; we have not much time,
We must get it out, before there is no more life sign,
Work faster sir, he almost is going into shock,
Nurse the paddles, his heart has stopped,
Come on people we have to help him fight,
Dear boy please, don’t go into the light,
Clear, nurse start CPR,
Someone get the oxygen this I going too far,
We’re loosing him doctor, there’s nothing we can do,
The boy is failing; his heart is falling through,
Someone call time of death, 9:52,
Someone tell his father, in the waiting room.
As the sound of the beep, rings through the room, the doctors all, face the ground in gloom. Which one will tell this father that his son passed away, which one will let his father know, that his world will fade to grey. His son is lost, lifted off into another world, because of his sickness, his life was unfurled.
As the doctor walks in, the father looks up, not knowing what to think, hoping his son didn’t give up.
Sir I regret to say, that your son, hasn’t made it today,
His heart has stopped; there was nothing we could do,
Or deepest condolences to your family and you,
I’m sorry sir, is there anything I can do.
My son, my own little boy,
It can’t be, he’s not fragile like a toy,
He can’t be gone; this is just a lie,
Please tell me this is fake, oh why god why!
I’m sorry sir, his heart just stopped,
We tried and tried, there was nothing we could do,
He’s in a better place, I'm truly sorry for you,
And so the fathers mind was lost within his grief, a tear rolled down, his red cheek. He stands there a father, without his son, speechless with his words, cursing god in his mind, as it run. He was broken hearted, he had failed his child, his last words were lies, he stood there, and all he wanted to do was to die.
He left the hospital a broken, sad man, left alone on the earth, with no sons grasp within his hand, he began to walk…is search of himself, as a better man…..
 William Saint Claire · Sat Jan 10, 2009 @ 04:25am · 0 Comments |
