Wake

He will wake in the morning

With ragged breaths through jagged teeth

Assisted by the constant beep. beep. beep.

But he will wake.

He will wake by noon

With a hazy view through hazel eyes

Squinting hard as he says 'goodbye'

But he will wake.

He will wake by evening

With a peaceful pretence through a pensive grin

Laughing as the nurse says 'you may not live'

But he will wake.

He will wake by night, too

Just as he promised - before his voice lost life

Before his laugh died out and his grin sunk to an eternal frown

Before his hazel hue turn dark and his ragged breaths frayed apart

Before I sat beside his bed insisting that - once more -

He will wake by morning.

And his breath returned with sudden youth

Despite the fact science claims he'll always sleep

Grandad work in the morning, to see me...

In my dreams.