Another Happy Ending


Save my son, he's sick.
Doctor if you could just please try?
I know it seems useless,
But please don't make me beg.
He's still got a heartbeat and that's what counts.
Don't ask him, he doesn't understand.
Let me explain with "words" now.

My son isn't most eloquent boy,
He does not think like we do.
Instead of speaking clearly,
He mutters through frozen lips,
A jaw bone not fully formed.
But it is beautiful when he smiles.
A brilliant star on darkened dune.

My son isn't the strongest boy,
He cannot lift himself out of bed.
But once we get him to his feet,
And he looks around the room,
Even though his muscles are limp,
He stands strong for a brief moment.
A monument amongst the ruins.

My son isn't the smartest boy,
Perhaps he couldn't add up one and two.
He knows when you're pointing,
And he knows when you're staring.
When he asks why he's different,
His tears are waiting to spill.
Burns like blood in acid veins.

My son isn't the problem though.
He is my pride and joy.
When he laughs I cry.
I'll never leave his side even when,
Times are tough, the well is dry.
He is the perfect boy you see?
The heartbeat of my short life.

Doctor I don't want to see him die.
You're shaking your head,
You say you're sorry and,
That I should just close my eyes.

Unplugged.

My son is "happy" now.