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The Hypochondriac
“You’re such a hypochondriac,” They say with a smirk As they roll their eyes I try to come up with lies… But they just don’t see The hypochondriac isn’t me But that 12 year old child Who nearly went wild To see Mom lying in bed Blood gushing from her head Yet Mom smiled through her tears, “I’m fine…don’t worry, my dear.” It’s that little girl who grew Not knowing what to do Believing that it’s no lie Mommy WAS going to die MS was the monster That Mamma couldn’t conquer “Are you afraid I’m going to die?” Mamma asked her one day She couldn’t run away So she gulped down the tears As Mamma rocked away her fears But never said it wasn’t so Yes, she was going to go After the broken legs and stiches The garbled speech and twitches The wheel chair and near misses All the lopsided kisses The choking and pain The burial in the rain I look at them and say…. “Yes, the hypochondriac is me Now will you please set me free.”
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