Hospital Days

From our time in the Newborn Intensive Care Unit

-July 27th, 2014-
Not faster, not slower

The feel of the passage of time

Changed.

Day fades into hospital day

Can’t keep track, can’t remember

Days? They’re just a number,

Written up on the board.

Still paying an occasional glance

Learning just how many have passed

Though here, it’s not the days.

It’s the nights.

It’s when the sun goes down,

And you look around

And you’re still here.

Can you be at peace?

Sweet blue eyes, shaggy red hair

Warm hugs, small kisses

His laughter fills your head.

Will it dim the monitor alarms?

The tolling echoes.

Unsettled, unhappy that you’re here

You never wanted to be

Never thought you would be

Uncomfortable, but even more so:

Thankful.

Lifting up his tiny body,

Not ready to have come here.

I’m sorry I failed you.

And that you’ve suffered.

I’m not going anywhere.

Here in this room I’ll remain

As many hospital days as it takes.

Make a wish

Imagine

He closes his sweet blue eyes

And leans down to baby brother’s forehead,

He plants his little kiss.

These days here
They’ll carry on

But when they end,

That day awaits.


-August 9th, 2014-

Reviews

[JMaster1]

The Pictures are adorable!!!

[Faded]

Thank you. :)