When you wheeze
I wish I could breathe
For you but I know
I cannot just as I could not
Bear our child for you
I can only be beside you
Telling you to be brave
Hoping the medicine will
Soon clear the airways
Not keep you gasping,
You tell me between
Short breaths and cough
"This is how I'll die when
The inhalers and dilators
Dont work anymore"
I cannot help smile
While I think that's how
We will all have to leave ---
When we stop breathing.
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