The wait.

Stretch marks reminding you
Of lives that came through you,
Dark lines marking the untold pain
Of surgeries keeping you alive.

You sigh as the needle enters you
Watching in mute acceptance
As the machine whirs and beeps
Cleansing your blood.

Smiling at your bedfellow
With understanding,
While the angel of death
Waits at your bedside.

Day after day waiting outside
Keeping a vigilant eye
On vows made years ago
Wondering "why me?"

Playing out the drama of life
Not knowing the audience
No gaurantee of an applause
Unsure and fearful, the Man.

My eyes become foggy
I swallow and smile,
denying any feeling
Scared of weakening him.

Preparing for the inevitable
I stand silently,
Praying in my mind
Enough God! Enough!
Take her and let her be.
Then ashamed, Guilty
At the selfish thought,
Pray again-
Surround him with strength
Keep her smiling till its time.