Beating Hope

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She lays still on the ivory bed
Her pale face devoid of life
I sit near her and hear the rhythm of the machine
It's taunting sounds beating at my chest
How weak of me as I wait
With clasped hands together I pray to the gods above
To bestow the strength to my mother
And have her smile brightly once more
The hand of the clock ticks in the background
As the chapter to my hope unfolds
She turns to me so suddenly
I am flabbergasted of the color adorning her cheeks
A smile perks up and the fear diminishes
I realize how much my mind has altered in a moment
Change hangs in the air
Waiting for me to do it again

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