A winter shadow
that will not go
will tell a tale
you soon will know
A tale that lay
within my mind
traversed this year
by trail's of time
That tells a story of
what does last
along with what
will always pass
It starts upon a
snowy night
in whispers hushed
and shadow light
A bed made that
might be the last
a heart that seemed
was fading fast
a tear that only
one could see
that fell along
a softened cheek
A prayer was offered
a prayer reserved
a pray for one
she thought deserved
he lay silent
the machines still beeped
he wondered why
she still would weep
But Angels were
about this place
kept in their arms
kept in Gods grace
He never thought of
letting go
while winter winds
outside would blow
they said they did
what they could do
'the rest' they spoke
'is up to you'
'It's a will'
'it's just in case'
I knew right then..
my smile erased
'Thank you'
I offered, as she left
it was hard
but she did what was best
I never thought
my day's were past
I never thought
this is the last
All I wanted
was to go home
To leave this place
where death is known
So with a prayer
left in reserve
I guess for me
life was deserved
'You can go
but must return'
the Dr spoke
soft yet stern
'For there is more
that we must do,
to make your heart
keep beating true'
Of course I knew
that it meant more
pokes and prods
were for me, in store
So In I went
a weekend spent
pon a table
they placed more stents
Then on a bed
I laid my head
and crummy food
to me was fed
'Now you go home
please just rest'
I said 'I'll try'
and did my best
some weeks went on
as so did I
my color returned
and a twinkled eye
'But now your heart
wont pump as well'
hopes of normalcy
well they just fell
'We think the thing
that we must do
is place a machine
inside of you'
'It will do what...'
I offered in tones of dread
It might save your life
'what the hell.. go ahead'
Now is the winter
of some discontent
but more time with my family
I joyously spent
My friends always there
in comfort and prayer
Prayer's that were offered
must have worked! .. I declare
Another Year Offered
Another year Gleaned
Another Year left
That my Shadow is Seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem