Cry Poem by Lesa MRK

I stood over your hospital bed, watching over you,

watching as the monitors beeped,

watching as a healing fluid trickled into your little body,

watching as the doctors and nurses meticulously took care of you.


Your eyes opened and I saw the terror in your eyes,

'Please, Mommy, let me go home...'

'I don't want be here anymore.'

'Am I going to die? ' you asked.



I tried to reassure you...

Your little brother tried to reassure you...

As did the doctors and the nurses.

But nothing we said could calm your fears.

Nothing we said could make it right.

You were hurting and there was nothing that could be done.


You started to cry out in your desperation,

You tore out your tubes,

You twisted in the bed,

You screamed out in pain.



In the midst of all the madness,

I heard your little brother's voice from the other hospital bed

He was calling out to you.



He said, 'Draven, it will be okay...'

'we can go home tomorrow, the doctor said...'

'Just a little while longer...'

'Don't be scared.'



But you couldn't hear his words;

You were too lost in your terror.

Helplessly I watched as you lashed out at Michael,

And tears fell silently from his little eyes.



Then... and only then,

Did I let myself cry.