The Awakening

A cough stirs her.
Then, the lamp light across
the great spanse of the room.
Focusing,
A break in the dawn's light.

Heavy breathing, the snoring.
But, more...
A quieting.

The black monster machinery
around which they huddled
now silent. Closed mouth.

She pulls Stella closer.
Her tears drip upon the tiny face
- a morning bath.
They have arrived.