Braylen
The nurses rushing
like bushels of people in Grand Central Station.
I was in a crowded room,
Yet I felt so alone.
My world had stopped.
Soon enough, the rush was over
and everyone seemed to be dejected,
yet my countenance
filled with confusion.
Why were people passing me
with glances of sympathy?
Now I know,
my world had stopped.
The constant “beep, beep, beep,”
had faded into the silence.
The heart monitor that was once
doing jumping jacks had died.
Now his world had stopped.
His skin was cold
like the breeze rustling the leaves.
The blanket had a nice fold
keeping his tiny body covered.
Not one breath
was yet to leave his chest.
Not a dream
yet dreamt,
his life was ripped
from the seams.
His world had stopped.
While I diverged
from the rest of the family,
I walked down the white hallways
where the cries still lingered.
The staff had doffed
their masks and hats,
some bowed their heads,
while others eyes glazed
deep into my soul.
The world had stopped.
Copyright © Jessica Bateman | Year Posted 2014
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