Thoughts in Verses

The phone rang with panic
Like a warning
It was mother
He had to be rushed to
A hospital
Waiting for him
As if expecting him

Poor father, what pity!
I held your hand
You held my hand
‘I am here, can’t you see?
Oh, do you feel
The sudden fear,
Open your eyes, I plead!’

Not a stir from him
Even a sound
Could not be heard
Only a tear from him
Hacking my heart
Gripping with pain
The sum of what he felt

A month was like a year
We saw him die
Everyday
They say he still could hear
What use? I asked
But I whispered
A lot, prayers for him

Then all came to a halt
He was weary
Gave up the fight
His body was so cold
Useless machines
He breathed his last
Seemed a long time ago…