A cold room, in a cold building
People dying
Some crying
So sterile but filled with disease
Long nights for the people in blue and white
A cold room for a mom in pain
Her family sees there\'s not much time
A man in black bidding his time with her
The boy whose 9 holds his mom’s hair because he doesn’t know any other life
A girl whose 15 birthday is coming and who has to look away and thinks it’s her fault
A husband who has to watch his loving wife who did nothing sit in pain.
What does a cold room have that a home doesn’t?
What do the people in blue and white have that we don’t?
This is what that family asks
What?
Why?
They don’t blame her
They blame death
What would they blame her for
why can she say it’s her fault?