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I listen as she slowly breathes

Praying to God this isn't when she will leave

So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought

Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught

Papers waiting to be signed

Every dotted one they underlined

Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand

Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand

Not wanting to give up the right

To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night

Now will all my concerns be taken into thought

Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot

Will she be kept with the ones that care

Or just sent off any where

Here on this I may have just rambled

But on her health I can not gamble

She's not laying in a bed of clovers

And there's nothing like " Do Overs"

As a full grown and some what hard man

I shed a tear and try to understand

If the tables would be turned

Simply in Hell would I burn

Maybe God would just carry me away

Knowing, I did the best I could ever day

But when she gone would she be proud

Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud




An Uncle charlie Original









© 2011 unclecharlie

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