There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead,
Though daylight is dimming, through the still open curtain-
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
He lies in a stupor, but calls out from his bed;
And he never complains, but you fear that he's hurting-
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead.
She doesn't sleep nights, but sleeps daytimes instead;
Her breathing's still even, but death's near for certain-
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
First they said stroke, and then heart attack- dread!
With the new diagnosis, with death he is flirting-
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead.
There's cancer and heart disease, so lightly we tread;
It's bad news for sure- her aneurysm bursting! -
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
It's all here inside me now, all that I've said,
Now what's left in memory's darkness, I'm cursing;
There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead-
And the light's in my head- the light's in my head!
An amazing Villanelle...you have used a particularly difficult form with aplomb to describe the sad hospital scene....Patti, my heart goes out to the sufferes you describe here....I can empathise with you having seen both my parents pass through this familar route
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Sandra, it is an amazing write! Well penned and poignant! Thanks for sharing! Keep it up! 10+++ Love and Peace for always! ...