46 Days

Seven Fridays, Seven Sundays

This place became my sanctuary
Warm sun rays, empty food trays
Every pain became ordinary

Bucket of tears, enjoyed the years

Please Lord make all this disappear
46 days, come what may
Why are we all still here?

Comfy bed, heavy head,

When will this agony end?
White walls, creepy halls,
Sending all my prayers to heaven.

Miracles happen, Dreams come true,

When can we go to the beach like we used to?
IV here, meds everywhere
When can we share a meal together with you?

Day and night, we pray amen

We know this is not the end.
We love you three thousand and ten
Beyond mortals can comprehend.

A little longer,
Can’t wait for all this to be over.
Can we still recover?
Whatever, I just want to be with you forever.