Vigil
No dark so absolute no night so long as the one spent waiting at the bed of a sick child Her pale face like a fallen moon the only light in a dark room Her breath the only sound each one counted like the beads on a rosary each one a prayer, a promise a hard negotiation. Let the fever break with the morning let her rise with the sun or let this darkness swallow us all. Mary C. McCarthy Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. She has had many publications in journals, including Earth's Daughters, Caketrain, and The Evening Street Review, among others. She has only recently discovered the vibrant poetry communities on the internet, where there is so much to explore and enjoy. This poem was written as part of the ekphrastic 20 Poem Challenge.
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