Images of Ed
I see him lying there,
Respirator clicking off and on.
Skin so cold, no sign of life...
My son, my precious boy,
How can this possibly be?
I am old, I should be the one dying..
There is no prayer unsaid that night..
The nurse, so compassionate,
enfolds me in her arms.
I try to carry the image of him as a little boy,
Not this aberration, this affront to life.
But this picture hides away, often springing
from nowhere to break my heart again.
My son had a cardiac arrest while jogging..age 34.
He is alive and well due to miraculous advances
in medicine
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