It’s visiting time but you don’t speak sleeping in the bed
Let her rest don’t disturb we were told so nothing is said
Strange machines are about and surround
Tubes from ceiling wall and ground
Others in the ward sit and happily chat
How I wish we could do once again that
We sit listening to the noisy constant snake
Feeding you oxygen and we wait for you to awake
Watching your chest cyclic rise and fall
Wondering what anyone can do to help at all
Your rasping breathing is sort of comforting to hear
Because means you are still fighting and near
Nothing can we do just only pray and wait
While stupid thoughts go though my head getting me in a state
Nurses in constant attendance and you still don’t stir
My time and existence for weeks have been again a blur
And still this continues with no progress or info to tell
For you’ve forbidden information to be given out which is hell
Regular drugs injected into a tube on your hand
No one will tell us what happening you I don’t understand
As visiting time heads towards its afternoon close
Your eyes open and our hope once again grows
I smile as you us accuse of missing visiting time and being late
Yes we were there all the time cos mum you’re my best mate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't like it when i visit a patient and i can't speak to them cause they read rest but i guess it's for good afterall