My poems

Hanging inbetween

Looking at me

with wide brown eyes

is a dying soul

Breathing through the oxygen mask

Heavy laboured breaths

is a son

Heart slowly fading

as the reaper counts the minutes

is a person neither here nor there

Meningitis has claimed him

Tick tock tick tock

The hours are dwindling

Just a child

Just a baby

Just.... seven months old

Will he survive?

Stay alive?

No one knows...

All we know for sure

is death waits on one side

life waits on another

The baby is crying

In the arms of his mother

Death... do not cross the line

They say we all have a time

But surely not so young?

Not him... please

Not my cousin.

Choose me instead

Claim me... not him