Five, was all that
remained of a packet
prescribed the month.
Family sit in constant
vigil and talk at her;
awkward stiff sentences
hoping for a crack
to jemmy light 'tween
'is' and 'was'.
Life now paused,
heart just a bloody
stand by button
for hoped brain activity
to a monitor screen.
They wait for
joy or sadness :
prayers of thanks
and long recovery ;
or enough ICU noise
to bleep-bleep-bleep
certain words from a
lifetime of angry questions....
Chris Major, UK
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