Watch and Wait
Stillness seeds this cell
of death-borne illness,
underscores the needs of one
who cannot function by himself.
Bed sheets icy white, fading flowers
once bright, now lifeless,
litter uselessly.
A steady stream of visitors
will offer their support,
feeling helpless, hopeless,
as they fumble for the words
stuck in their throats.
Monitors wink,
blink their indifference;
scant recognition,
little consolation for a father
and his sorrow-stricken son.
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