Cold sheets with death breathing irregularly
deceptively soft, electronic beeps blaring messages
of internal conflicts in the final battle
disturbing her casual flirtations with sleep
She marks the vital charts
dreaming of days of sunshine
in the antiseptic night
Faint, restless groans intermittently
jolting her heart beats
She watches over the old life fiercely,
more precious to her now
than to the tired forms
sleeping huddled outside the ICU doors,
wanting to get on with their young lives.
The unmoving form on the high bed
Catatonically positioned, frightens her
She checks the machines, they proclaim peace
But a human need still persists
Gently she takes the sleeping hand in hers
and smiles at a little pulse beat.
Sleep extending life to outlast night.
©Reena Prasad 18th Sept 2012