Lucien Valencroix

*do you remember? the hospital, tubes and monitors, newborn cries and dying breaths? long bright corridors lined with doors and the smell of disinfectant? did you dream? did you know you didn't have long left? did you see him...hear him?* It's not time yet... it's too soon...but we'll meet again someday, I promise *is that when you opened your eyes and breathed on your own again?*