The Patient, the Healer, the Parents

Wrote this after a friend of mine had died of cancer.

The sealing doesn’t change,

The same bland white tiles.

In fact, almost everything

Is white.

The only other splash of color are

Black and green.

The heart monitor beeps normally,

But I don’t feel normal.

I have green on my robe,

But it’s washed out.

So it might as well be white.

I wonder if people in this robe before me

                Felt the same.                             

I know there were people before me, and

There will be people after me.

But the idea that the people after me we be wearing

A dead girl’s clothes…

That’s what troubles me.

   The fact I’m gonna die

Before I graduate.

Hell, before I even start college.

Before, I truly start to

Live.

 

I’ve seen a many a child

Die young.

And it never gets any easier…

The idea of a young child dying

Before the right time is

Too depressing for words.

These kids…

These poor kids…

Kids that could be saved,

Some more than others…

Biology is a strange beast…

Sometimes it’s a cold,

Heartless one.

Or maybe it’s an

All loving all powerful

Creator?

Does it have its reasons?

Or it does it, just because?

We may never know.

 

Beep

Beep

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

 

Well there’s another one.

Time to tell the parents.

Poor things…

 

Did you ever imagine?

The idea that

We’d never see her walk on stage

With a cap and gown?

The idea that

We wouldn’t have grandkids to call and spoil?

The idea that

We wouldn’t be able to help to help her?

Basically…

Did you ever imagine that

We would outlive her?

That we’re planning her funeral and

Not the other way around?

No.

We couldn’t.

We never could.

 

Our baby girl.

Our princess.

Our love.

Goodbye…