Vigil
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs
of one who cannot
function by himself.
Bedsheets icy white,
blooming flowers
in bright profusion
litter uselessly.
Monitors wink, blink
their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for
a father and his
sorrow-stricken son.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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