I called today
and heard the sharp alarms
ring by his bed,
but you said
it was a good day.
He was awake and
though gagged raspy with tubes
again humor filled his sly eyes.
He Laughed at the irony
that he, of all people,
should be rendered
speechless.
So through your speakerphone
I spoke to him,
uttering my limp, encouraging words
into the silent, empty air.
But you said he had heard
and with his eyes smiled,
happy to once more
be part of the conversation.
After we ended the call
I felt your cheer; not quite hope,
But not despair.
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A good day start with a good encouraging call, it sound like a sunshine smile in the morning waking up all sleepy rooster and plant ahhahaha...it so good to feel a connection of how life need people each other..simple greet make big day creates beautiful life :) _Unwritten Soul