Hello?
His hands continue fiddling with wires all connected
to me. Attaching a clear, fluid-filled bag to a tube leading to the back of my hand,
he looks up at a familiar lady with short, brown hair and hopeless eyes.
Mom! Is that you?
“Are you sure you can’t save her?”
Mom! What do you mean “save her?” I’m fine! I can hear you!
My arms won’t move, nor my legs or any part of me. All I want is for them to know
I am alive.
“I’m sorry, but there is nothing else we can do.” The doctor answers carefully.
My mom’s hands wipe away her tears, as she bows her head down to her knees,
trying to withstand the pain.
“But she’s a strong girl! Maybe she will come back?” My mom’s face looks worn
and her frame, fragile.
I will come back mom! I know it! Just let me live a few more moments. I will show you I’m strong!
“There’s no chance.”
Are you crazy? I’m am thinking! I am living! I am hoping
that you will hear me and let me live.
His face shows confidence in his answer but sorrow as well.
The rain pours down outside the window, trees wave in the harsh winds
As he pulls the plug.

Why Can’t I Hear You?

“How was your day, Honey?” I imagine her telling me a funny story about school, but
she lies silently and peacefully staring
at the ceiling. I can still see her beautiful face
through the deep wounds and black bruises.
Cuts she didn’t deserve,







Destruction she didn’t see coming,





All caused by someone




who thought they were safe to drive.
The doctor slowly walks in and nods to me, meaning this was the last
life-filled bag he would attach to my daughter.
“Are you sure you can’t save her?” I can no longer handle watching her slip away.
“I’m sorry, but there is nothing else we can do.”
The pressure overwhelms me to the point where my heart aches and my lips quiver. There must be something else I can do. Have faith.
“But she’s a strong girl! Maybe she will come back?” I try to make sense of it all and hope only for one last moment to be with her and hear her voice.
“There’s no chance.” The doctor says but all I hear is your daughter is dead.
It echoes in my mind as he pulls the plug.