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Days filled of games, good thoughts, and silliness
When cookies and recess were the ultimate bliss
For the most part, my childhood was simply just this
Imagination was key, Smiles and giggles a must
Popping balloons just to see them bust
Peanut Butter, grape jelly, preferably no crust
Sibling rivalries, I’m not touching you, a daily event
Piggy banks had me saving every little cent
Secret hide outs, you know, a sheet hung tent
Kick ball games, hide n seek, and tag your it
Rainy days were the worst, stuck inside to just sit
Bike races and double dares, mischievous a little bit
This is what’s been told to matter in a child’s eye
To be protected, sheltered from things that make them cry
Kids should only know of happy, unfortunately, that’s a lie
This is the fact, rather or not you think it to be fair
Children need good parents, ones who truly care
To sacrifice their selves, Nothing else can compare
This is the story of what my parents had to endure
They had four daughters all innocent and pure
A perfect start to a story, yes I concur
But one passed away and their heart, it tore
They say it was a heart attack, she was only four
In the dark of the night their child laid lifeless
Left to question what was done to deserve this
A future ripped away in the blink of an eye
The loss of a child is the hardest goodbye
This family struggled as the pain of missing her grew
An effort to carry on, they did what they could do
Gave comfort and protection to the remaining three
From all the pain they didn't want them to see
Tried to rebuild, over the years, start a new
That is until tragedy hit again, deja vu
Lightening would strike twice, 911 again they'd dial
Sanity had only returned for a short while
I was seven years old just getting ready for bed
Cardiac arrest, it's true, I remember being dead
A nightmare revisited, yes another child
This time was different blessed with a revival
Lucky was the word, that's what the doctor described
Thankful, we were, but old wounds opened wide
My life it was saved, my parents never questioned the cost
Ambulance and hospital bills, even our home we lost
After it was all said and done, my parents vowed
Worth every penny to keep this family, this crowd
My parents brought us through the storm, that’s the gist
Thankfully strong loving parents were our bliss
For the most part, my childhood was simply just this
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