my son..

beep...

beep...

beep...

 

the heart monitor beeps onward,

while i sit here.

waiting.

watching.

for him to wake.

why.

why did he get cancer?

he is only 5 years old.

He didn't deserve this toture.

none of his therapies worked...

why?

I think to myself,

god you can't have my child!!

please take me instead please have mercy.

the heart monitor slows down.

It isn't his time to go.

why does he have to go?

beep.........

 

 

 

beep....

 

 

 

 

beep...

 

 

 

 

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I sob harder.

I lay down next to him as doctors  rush in, i grab at him, trying to wake him up.

but he wont wake?

why wont he wake?

I love you my son i whisper to him.

i sob into his shoulder.

why couldn't i protect him..

it should have been me in this hospital bed.

 

but

 

it

 

wasn't....

 

goodbye .... my son.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. I know from real life. Lost of a child is never understood. Poor parent will remember and know pain till death. The poem allowed the reader to feel the great pain and hurt. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[zainul]

Wonderful expression for the ailing son.

[Tori]

I feel so sad now...My best friend had cancer...still does. and such a young child! Depressing but truthful and very good! I applaud you!