Marigolds - Cursive

There’s a pond beyond the hospital

All night long I watch the wind ripple

From the windows of the ICU

The warbled mirror of a waning moon

If you can hear me, just squeeze my hand

Everybody is flying in

I keep shooing away the chaplain

Flowers frame the walls of the hallway

I began to learn them all by name

Marigolds can often stand for death

The nurse suggested buying baby’s breath

If you can hear me, just squeeze my hand

Blink your eyes if you understand

Maybe we should call the chaplain