I woke up as if in a dream, your life was gone or so it seemed
I shook you firmly and called you loud, you did not stir, not a sound
The ambulance came and took you to hospital. Blue lights flashing, sirens and all. You lay there quiet, I whispered in your ear, you just lay there still, I held you near
so distraught emotionally collapsed
if death is for you my life would be trash
the doctors led me into the ward,
You were lying there silent, I rushed by your side. Then by some miracle you opened your eyes, I said to you through my tears, "where have you been"? You answered promptly without any knowledge "that was a good sleep, can you make some porridge"?
Saturday, 5 November 2011
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