Our Babies Never Heard

The night the world lost a hero,

I remember every word.

I remember every action,

None of it has blurred.

The CPR instructions.

That our children never heard,

Are burned within my mind.

They are perfectly preserved.

The night our boys lost their father,

I breathed deep within his chest.

I pushed so hard upon his breast,

I checked, somehow, my panic,

So that our sons would not stir.

Praying that this memory,

Was one they would have not to endure.

When life saving measures.

Were taken from my hands,

I swooped up my babies,

With a blanket over head.

I rushed them down the hall,

And placed them on the bed.

I made it back in time to see,

The paramedic start to push.

How easily his hands pressed in so deep,

Too deep I was so sure.

He said that his chest had already cracked,

Had I hurt him even more?

I finally started to cry

Until the paramedic,

caught my tear filled eye,

He told me that it meant,

That i’d done a real good job.

That is when,

I broke into a sob.

‘Is he breathing, Is he breathing?’

I dreadfully implored.

‘No, we are doing that for him’

And then I hit the floor.

I began to pray

To god and more.

I prayed in English,

Hebrew and with no words.

They were Flowing from within.

They were simply bleeding,

Bleeding from my core.

‘Administering Epinephrine’

Administering again.

‘We have a pulse’

‘We lost it’

‘There it is again’

‘He’s not real big, lets move him.’

‘Before it fades again’.

Then they left so quickly,

As though they’d never been.

I made my way back to our boys,

I layed upon the bed.

Knowing deep within my heart,

That our beautiful family

Had just come to a very tragic end.