Preparation
Cold hand in mine
Bruised and frail
Wires everywhere
Beep Beep Beep
Beep Beep
Beep
Its crowded
I am pulled out of the room
I hear nothing but the noise is deafening
I scream for her
Let me see her
Grandma
One hour goes by
Nothing
Two hours go by
nothing
Tick tick tick
tick tick
tick
There she is, looking exhausted
but her eyes are open
She's still with me
My world is still there
Grandma
My light is still shining
However my own inner light
It now shines brighter
Because I needed to be prepared
To be left without her
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