Unspoken

Don't dare give up
on this one.
Don't let them tell you that
a decision must be made.
For as well meaning
as they seem,
don't let them tell you
there will be no hope left.
Even now when there is music
in this room, he is listening
to the favorites you brought from home.
Speak to him - he can hear you.
There it is still, in the present.
Look there, at your boy,
you can see for yourself
even now he stirs.
Don't let them hurry you
with time limits, with jaded voices,
desensitized, all for the sake
of an empty bed.
This isn't how its supposed
to be or how is has to be.
Don't let them make you think of
how unnatural it seems for the
parent to outlive the child,
but see here another day and
yet another has passed
and still he moves in his sleep.
Don't dare give away his time
to wake.