Sarah said she came back to life
Though her battered lungs gave up the fight.
Her body, thrown into spasms of terrors
as her soul slid out of the doctor's hands.
It was as through an oven she fell
Crying for breath
Into the eye of the silent sun.
With awe I heard you speak about it.
In the cool autumn morning I walked from my car
Into your room that smelled of sweat.
I could not ease your fear.
I could not speak.
But you cried and begged me not to leave.
There are many halls that a nurse must walk
And many hands to hold and soothe.. . .
But you were all alone
When the last hiss of air escaped your lips
As your lungs filled with red
Red as the eye of the silent sun.
(This is the third poem of Linda's I have posted.