You are well organised, Lin, and you have succeeded in posting a new month in the new forum. I manage just to get by with these things. I was hoping you or someone else might post first, as the only contribution I have is not the happiest. Do not read, if you want cheering, people. Sorry.
This is loosely based on an event flong since past, but which insists on coming back to me at times. Writing something down helps take it out of my head!.
She lay there, so still, while the machine worked hard,
She looked so young, but a child, asleep in bed.
They stared at her face, gazed long and hard, wond’ring…
What happens now, what more can they do, flound’ring…
In the depths of a world, unknown to them before,
Before then, that last time, on learning the score.
They sat with her for some time, expressionless,
Their faces hidden by grotesque masks, no less.
Like zombies, they directed their bodies forth,
Towards the exit, through the curtain, the door.
The two medics looked knowingly at each other;
Would she last the night, or would they lose another.
As time passed by, he came finally, to see
Was she able by herself, alone, to breathe.
They had returned, their tear stained faces wiped dry,
To be strong for her, to understand, or try.
By morning, when new day dawns, we’ll know, he said.
Meanwhile, for all concerned, the best place is bed.
Morning dawns, sun shining bright, grey cloud in breeze,
That floats above the glaring green of the trees.
They pray now, oblivious to the bright scene,
They open their eyes and see her, looking green,
Not the healthy green of nature, here and there;
Then he appears, turns off the switch, sees how she fare.