In a room where time slows, in soft white light,
I watch you fight, my sweet girl, with all your might.
Tiny hands grasp at the air that you need,
Each breath, a battle, each one a silent plea.
The machines hum their steady unspoken song,
But in your chest, the rhythm is still too wrong.
I want to scoop you up, hold you close and tight,
Shield you from this fight in the long, quiet night.
Your mother hold you, tears on her face,
But still, I see the courage, your spirit’s embrace.
You don’t know the weight of you world you bear,
But I’ll carry it with you everywhere.
Each breath you take, I see hope flicker and fade,
And I wonder how long this fragile bridge will be laid.
Yet in your eyes, through faint, there’s still light,
A glimmer of trust, in this endless fight.
I can’t take the pain you feel, or the fear in your heart,
But know this my girl, we’ll never be apart.
No matter how hard, no matter the test,
I’ll be here beside you, through this storm and the rest.
For every tear, for revery struggle you face,
I’ll be your shelter, your calm in this race.
One day you’ll stand strong, breathing clear,
And I’ll smile, knowing we conquered this fear.
By: Eli Jaffa
