As I have not blogged in awhile, the writing challenge seemed like a good way to get back into it.
Here is something republished, an attempt to re-spark my inspiration.
I stand in front of you
With a million other things on my mind
You hold the pill in your hand
I wait for you to lift it up
And please, please swallow it.
I hear down the hall an IV alarm sounding
Going off again
I know that the patient across the hall
Soon will be wanting pain medicine.
I’m sure the patient two doors down
Did I see her today?
I look at the clock
Your hand is shaking as you lift it up
I think hurry, hurry, hurry
(I care, you understand, but I have those million things)
You lift it up and into your mouth
I hold the cup and you swallow
My name is paged
I have a call
(and oh, I think, I hope the other one didn’t fall)
Then I realize
You are looking at me
“Thank you so much”
“You have been so good to me”
And then I remember
What it is all about
So I sit
(On the edge of the bed like I’m not supposed to do)
Hold your hand