Below is the poem entitled The Healer Part IV (from my life story) which was written by poet
Sepulvado Anderson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson
Two years after the birth of my daughter a son was born to me. Three years had also gone
since my daughter's warts had vanished when my son turned five years of age and warts
began to spread all over his hands. I tried all the Traditional Medicines and herbs once
again. But when I looked into his big dark eyes that tried so hard not to cry I knew what had
to be done. My mind couldn't wrap around the improbabilities while my motivation spurred
me forward with my quest. Would The Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes come to my aid once
Taking a deep breath I sat my son down and repeated the story I had told
his older sister just three years before. With his hands in mine I gently touched and
counted all the scaly knobs that I could find. When I was done reliving every detail his
where still in mine. As I opened mine to see his awestruck eyes I gave my sons hands a
gentle squeeze. Then I said "Maybe. Just maybe there's enough of the Spirit of The Healer
Ms Agnes left in there for you too.
On the fourth morning after that my son slept so late. Sleeping late was uncharacteristic
of him so I went to check that he was okay. When I pulled back the covers there they
were on the sheets. All of his warts fell off my sons precious hands during his sleep. My
shock and amazement left me with so many mixed emotions and questions. I was
speechless and I hugged my son in congratulations. As I left his sight I looked down at my
hands to see if my warts had returned. They had not.
It was ten years after the birth of my son when I gave birth to another beautiful child.
A daughter with blonde hair and eyes so blue. Of course, without surprise at the
age of five the warts began. This time I took no other action and knew first what to do. So
before she could even cry I sat my youngest one down and took her hands in mine. Closing
my eyes I touched and counted all the scaly knobs I could find. Then I re-enacted the story
of the Healer Ms Anges one more time.
When all was told and I opened mine to see my youngest ones awestruck eyes, I gave her
precious hands a gentle squeeze. And I said, "Maybe. Just Maybe there's enough of the Spirit
of The Healer Ms Agnes left in there for you too". On the fourth day after that I asked to
see my youngest one's hands. I knew deep inside before she stretched them out to me that
her warts were no longer there. I hugged her in congratulations and didn't check to see if my
warts had returned.
Cont'd in Part V