In the stillness of the night, a silent plight,
Where breaths halt in the darkness, taking flight,
Obstructive whispers, a dance of air, unseen,
But within, a battle, where restlessness convenes.
Enter the guardian, the CPAP in its grace,
With its gentle hum, a rhythm to embrace,
A motor, the heart, pumping life's breath,
In the quiet hours, it conquers death.
Wrapped in its arms, a humidifier's care,
Moisture kisses the air, a gentle affair,
No dryness, no irritation, only peace,
As dreams weave through the night with ease.
The mask, a sentinel, over nose and mouth,
Linked by tubing, connecting north and south,
It's the conduit of hope, where air does flow,
Guiding each breath, a steady, rhythmic glow.
Tender tubing, a lifeline in the dark,
Carrying whispers of air, leaving a mark,
A conduit of life, a silent stream,
A lifeline in the night, a comforting dream.
With every exhale, with every sigh,
A symphony of breath, a lullaby,
For in the embrace of CPAP's might,
Sleep apnea surrenders, fades from sight.
Through the night, a constant friend,
On whom we rely, our breath's mend,
With CPAP's aid, a restful reprieve,
In the dance of sleep, we find our leave.
So here's to CPAP, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the darkness of night,
In its embrace, we find our rest,
A partner in slumber, truly blessed.
