HEY YOU

It moved! Your finger. I saw it move. It happened in a millisecond but it did. I might have stayed up all night talking to you about how my day went but even if I feel buzzed with a sleep stroke I know what I saw. I should leave now to alert a doctor but I am too scared to leave you alone. What if you wake up and miss me? What if I leave and you fall while attempting to sit up? And what am I to do if something bad happens to you again and you go into coma for yet another two years? I am scared.
I grip your hand and whisper words of endearment into your ear while my warm teardrops graze your cheekbone. I peck you on that very spot I had shaved just the night before to give your face its usual glow. Little did I know that I was going to witness a long awaited miracle.
Two years ago I was nursing Mr. Vican at the retirement home, listening to him nag once again about how fat I was getting. Little did I know that I was going to get nagged by the grumpy old man for two years because I was getting too thin. He had said to me just yesterday, “Oh Mary Jones, eat something dearie, you’re all skin and bones”
My love, I wish you had not taken that trip to come surprise me on my birthday eve. I wish I had left my job and gone to you instead. I wish that truck driver hadn’t been drunk that night. I wish you would listen to me as I whisper my love to you right now. “Hey baby, wake up, wake up please.” I kiss your now damp cheek while I keep my hand around yours, I do not want to lose you.
Two years I have been by your side hoping for some sort of miracle. I have stayed glued to you hoping my love would someday bring you back to me. It isn’t enough, it never was. I needed something special to back up my love. Faith in God has helped me toughen up. My hope in Him has made me choose to never give you up.
In the day I pray and the nights, I do too. It all makes me believe that someday there’ll be a miracle for you.
This man I love is really a good one who cherished me even more than my own mother did. She called me fat everytime her eyes beheld mine. It got to the point that my nickname became fat Mary. But you this man, the one called David chose not to reject me. An orphan you are, a man of God,who saw and found me worthy of love.
A year with you was all it took to show that I am precious too. The accident, unexpected, came to tempt me but to Stand is what I choose.
Now please wake up baby, your testimony is long overdue. I know and believe that with God, there will be a Miracle.
“Hey Baby, it’s me Mary,” I say to you once more. You squint your eyes and my heart beats in anticipation as you blinks once or twice.
You open your eyes and stare in confusion at the ceiling. I am grinning like an idiot as your eyes find mine. I see a window of recognition open up as you choke out two words, “Hey you”.