Stanley's Dance

In a quiet room, where whispers linger, Quinn counts heartbeats, slow and deep. Appendicitis held at bay, antibiotics whisper kept promises. Morphine dreams blend skiing, Drunk Elephant and dance, In soft, surreal display. Oh, dance away the pain, Quinn, Hold on through the night. Your family waits, your Stanley sits empty, Soon you’ll be alright. The halls are quiet, but hope dances loud, In videos that light the dark. Hang on, Quinn, soon you'll spin, Back to where you are. She misses Stanley, her trusted cup, More than laughter, more than light. A sip of normal, a taste of home, Bringing comfort through the night. And when the music softly fades, And hospital doors swing wide, She’ll dance again, with leaps so high, With Stanley by her side.