Saturday, April 05, 2008

A Nightmare in 51 Syllables

Just breathe in, breathe out.

She tried until she could not,

Then peacefully stopped.


Fifteen compressions

For each time our lips were pressed,

Cried the kiss of life.


So cold, my Annie.

Tried to warm you with my breath

Changed to kiss of death.

Peace, Doc

Copyright © 2008, Thomas A. Blood, Ph.D.

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