I tend to watch her sleep,
As she dreams her body slowly sweeps..
Through the chill in the room the blanket remains in place,
Her foot twitches and her head rolls,
From this side to the other..
The lips of the sore have whispered peacefully yet unknown..
Who may she be communicating with.?
No one knows..
Not even me..
Questions flutter my mind as i sit unknowingly with wonder..
If thats even a word..
Better to worse,
Worse to better..
Will this suffering journey come to an answer..
You see these hospitals are exhausting,
she wants to be home where she sees betterness in her own way..
Ill sit here and hold her hand to remind her not everyone has let go!
Together we will fight this battle..
