Enduring Our Wait: Revolutionary IMprov Poetic Lament

Late at night,
I see my green-orb’d friend.
She’s Facebook connected,
in a hospital,
waiting
for a daughter
to die.

Brain infused,
so young,
she was disconnected
this afternoon,
but still struggles through,
and makes my friend
wait
for the end.
Green glowing Facebook Instant Message orb
As I see the green orb,
“mobile”,
I recall
how I’m waiting.

My daughter,
too,
brain diffused,
rushes onward
towards death.

Her time is less certain.
The inevitability,
less set.
I have some hope.
Though not much,
“There is always hope!”

And so my friend
and I
are connected
by death,
certain and uncertain;
by prayers,
faithful
— the only life support
we can offer —
and hopeless;
by love,
our hearts given
to our children;
and by a small
green
glowing
orb.

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