My wife <br /> in the hospital bed <br />looks at me in silence, <br />tears trickling down <br />her cheeks, <br />''an incurable disease'' <br />the words from the doctor <br />echoes again <br />and the footsteps of Death... <br />we <br />our life <br />our child <br />dreams and tears, <br />I recollect our days <br />in the kitchen, shops, beach... <br />the innocent queries of our child <br />about the sky, stars, ocean, death... <br />now, my wife covered in white, can we... <br />can we never meet again? <br />anywhere? <br />in the unending universe? <br />mind aches in the starry night <br />with throbbing love, <br />when can we get back the past days again? <br />we, our life, our child, <br />our <br />little <br />little <br />dreams...<br /><br />p a noushad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/throbbing-love/
