She Turned on Tuesday

Wednesday

When the week was at its peak,
When no one felt sick,
She made her mind fade,
She made her presence fade,
A deep worry she did create

Thursday

When the week became weak,
When no heart felt sleek,
She made a sullen stare,
A stare with closed eyes.
A deep worry she did create.

Friday

When the week swayed like a reed,
When anxiety was at its peak,
At her I did peep,
Her far breath in dire need,
All I needed her to do was breathe.

Saturday

When the smiles reigned,
And brains were put to rest,
By her bed side I was put to test,
A rest with no rest,
A test of faith,
A taste of passion.

Sunday

When the hymn-scented morning breeze waved,
Her limb I did sway,
And it danced, I let it dangle,
Like the pendulum at the doctor's slay table
My heart felt amiss.

Monday

When sullen tired faces reigned,
My forlon look reigned,
By her side, a prayer escaped my pursed lips,
Her blank stare behind lids,
I wished I could see her white eyes,
Even in her coma.

Tuesday

When my hope went lower,
She turned,
And all I did was to hope again,
This time, with a pack of joy.