Medicine pulses
Weak hearts
Tears fill eyes
The boy sits
Waiting for the news
His oxygen tank pumps
The vital air into
His weak lungs
His mother prays
Her tears spill when
The boy doesn't look
The father sits
Alone and silent
Empty bottles
Empty heart
Bills pile high
Prayers fly higher
The little boy knows
The little boy with
The bad lungs waits
He waits for the day
Beep, beep, beep,
Silence.
