Bittersweet Endings

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By MrsPeterson

I pull my hand from my forehead As I try to concentrate on whats in front of me The world around me is blurred Half has a strange red tint The car reeks What is that ungodly smell? Wait Did you hear that What was that sound OH MY GOD My baby Somebody help my baby Somebody help me... Where am I Sirens in the distance Days later I lay here Beeping and Chirping I try to turn and look But my neck won't budge A familiar face greets me With tears streaming Another familiar face Too young to understand But I know it's ok My baby is ok The news is bittersweet I am ok To an extent Someday they say I may walk again But for now I am bedridden I do know I am ok with this I'll see my daughter grow up And thats all I could hope for

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