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I don't know what to say about this poem. It hurts to read it. God bless, Bob and Dawana. Carole H. --- janet paterson <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > SPACE IN ICU > > A hose in her mouth > Whistles in a mechanical breath > Lines running hither and yon > Tangle in a snarl on her chest > Lights, graphs, beepers, and buzzers > All monitor her falling state. > Just a few days ago > They were so much fewer. > Was it only 11 days ago, she hugged me? > Rules change, and gloves and gowns appear. > Words like aggressive, infected, surgery schedule > Float through the air, and hammer my mind > And her eyes don't open too often. > A skin graft which took, and another which failed, > New faces joining "our" team, > Blood pressure, a climbing temp, protein needs > Are daily topics > And she won't open her eyes. > Was it just 29 days ago, when we laughed and kissed? > Time may march on, but it crawls by here > A separate twilight zone, a world of our own, > A nightmare which never ends. > > > Bob Armentrout > Copyright 1999 > > e-mail: [log in to unmask] > ===== __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com