I walk into the hospital room

The walls are blue-gray

They make the room feel dark and gloomy,

Like she’s going to die

The hospital machine keeps beeping

The nurse comes in and out and in and out

There’s people all around me talking but

I Can’t hear them

I tune them out and focus on her

She’s just laying there

Her breathing slow and soft

Her head bald, her eyebrows thinning

And her eyelashes falling

Her face is sunken and pale

Yet she’s at peace

She has her favorite blanket from home

Covering her with love

I sit next to the bed, holding her hand

Her fight is over

Her hair will grow

Her face will be full

Her eyelashes won’t fall

She beat the cancer and now . . .

She doesn’t have it at all