RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Myocardial Infarction - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
In a vast wilderness of personnel and jargon.
Waiting on edges of stairs, hoping and praying
for major miracles.
Back in CVICU, Dad lies mired in I.V. tubes and
monitors, living on the rim of his life.
We are all standing back watching, as God handles
Knowing Mom is waiting in heaven, yet we do not
want to let him go just yet.
(1: 26 p.m. - 6/28/98)
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