The Light

In memory of my 9 year old son who died in a car crash in 1980.

The Light

by

E C Wesch

The chamber pot was empty
The bed was freshly made.
A nurse stood by the window
Pulling down the shade.

Flowers on the nightstand
Had begun to droop.
The permeating, air of death,
Knocked me for a loop.

The coldness of that sterile room
Sent shivers down my spine.
My hair stood up like soldiers
Standing straight in line.

Every time I took a breath
My chest would start to tighten.
Furrowed lines across my brow
Proved that I was frightened.

Empty is my broken heart
As I stare upon that bed.
Gasping, choking, sobbing
After what the doctors said.

Three days and nights you never spoke
Nor opened up your eyes.
I was given the choice to pull the plug
And let your body die.

A tough decision I had to make
I screamed and closed my eyes.
You must have felt my anguish
For silently you died.

Suddenly, the line went flat
You took my choice away.
You tried to ease my burden
On that fateful day.

I did not want to face the truth
But I knew within my heart.
The child I'd loved was gone from me,
To a brand new start.

The Angels came and took you
In the middle of the night.
I hope they took you by the hand
To guide you to the Light.