Night Vigil Poem by bryan wallace

Sitting, watching, waiting...
I can recall
When you were stronger, younger
Carrying me on your shoulder.

Now the years have passed.
Now you are older, frail,
Lying in your hospital bed, sedated.
A machine helps you breathe.

I sit, watching and waiting.
Feeling lost, helpless -
Wondering what I can do.
Wondering, if I leave - wondering
When I talk to you again,
Will it be in this world -
Or the next?