As I sat watching
as the machine did the breathing
I thought to myself
“Wow, Life is truly fleeting”.
One minute we here
The next, could be gone
For life is short,
Not really THAT long.
He was just walking around
as if looking into space
Next thing we knew
He’d fallen flat on his face.
He’d had a seizure
Yes, my older brother
He was flopping on the floor
Like a fish out of water.
He couldn’t respond
as my sister called his name.
His body just shook and shook
He didn’t look the same.
So in comes the paramedics
trying to make sense of what they saw
The said, “Mr. Whitney, Mr. Whitney”
But there was no response at all.
So onto the gurney
they place my brother Carl
And at the hospital we met
To hear the doctor’s call.
Right now it’s just wait and see
We’re still running tests
But we promise you all
For him, we’ll do our very best.
Go home and rest
there’s nothing you can do
If anything changes,
We’ll get a hold of you.
So now I’m here typing
this poem, sad, but so true
I want to go to sleep
But I’m kind of scared to.
I’ll say my prayers
for my brother to live
Because right now
PRAYER is all I can give.
Love,
Your sister, TJ
