A million screams,
and a billion dreams,
Suspended by a thread in the room,
as their minds all hoped,
Someone would lift the cloud of gloom.
From each extremes,
and everything in between,
Tears ran dry and eyes were sore,
As they sat in wait,
awaiting their fate,
wondering if a loved one was at heaven’s door.
the commotion gushed,
everyone anxiously awaiting their turn,
To walk right in,
and meet their kin,
Before their agony would spill out and burn.
During this phase,
a few eyebrows were raised,
towards the sight at the end of the room;
A lady quite frail,
and a tall, young male,
laughing and smiling in this cauldron of doom.
Some of them wondered,
as the others thundered,
How could anyone smile in a place like this?
They found it unfair,
all of them there,
that those two people were happily in bliss.
So one of them walked,
and decided to talk,
wanting to vent all his rage in brief,
His patience broken,
as soon as he’d spoken,
“Are you two blind or just oblivious to grief?
Our loved ones are on a bed,
some already dead,
you think it’s funny we sit here and grieve?
I don’t want to fight,
but trust me I might,
so I beg you just stand up and leave.”
The young boy smiled,
which drove the man wild,
as he waited for one of the two to explain;
Their lack of pity,
engaged his curiosity,
why couldn’t they understand his pain?
Then the silence broke,
as the young boy spoke,
“Good sir, I would like you to meet my mother,
Cancer stage five,
just barely alive,
so you’re wrong that I can’t understand pain of another.
For two long years,
I saw all of my fears,
come true and I could do nothing to keep,
her pain away
even just for a day,
so I would just sit down, hug her and weep.
But tell me good sir,
if you have an answer,
if there’s any good in reminding us of her fate?
No I wouldn’t let her,
even if she isn’t getting better,
sit down and cry out the rest of her days.
Wouldn’t you smile,
Take her away for a while,
Remember the good times in what are her worst?
Wouldn’t you be proud,
That you never bowed,
And that before death you got to her first?
Your loved ones have a chance,
of waking from their trance,
but I sadly know what lies ahead for me,
So I would be glad,
if you don’t make us sad,
and leave us to laughter and just let us be.”
As the man listened,
his eyes glistened,
as he returned to the corner where uncertainty loomed,
He looked at the fighter,
as his heart grew lighter,
hearing the the sound of their laughter echo in the room.