Medical Alert

The beeping of the moniter,
With its glowing green verbatim,
Performs in such stark monotony
That its subject seems overtaken.

White pale, with ashen hue,
Propped up with pillows,
And moniter glue,
Eys shut to simulate sleep,
She lies on the ER bed
(another Friday night repeat).

Doctors and drugs,
The fear of thugs,
More frequent hugs,
Fewer coffee mugs,
Trumpet a new season of life.

I can't understand,
But I can hold your hand.
I'll do my best to stay.
We'll do things your way.
We'll do whatever you say.

We both know, nevertheless,
That gravity's time
Weighs heavy on your chest.
There's got to be a way,
With our technology
For you to be more comfortable.
Education says doctors hold the key,
But both of us know
God is greater than he.