An Appendectomy
At the very young age of eleven,
could I be on my way to heaven?
It was early in the month of September.
There was a day I would always remember.
I had a bad headache for a third day.
I took aspirin, but it would not go away.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my right side.
I also felt nauseated, so I stayed inside.
I waited until night for my parents to come home.
To the doctor’s office I would soon have to roam.
Yes, suddenly I felt myself quite ill.
The doctor said I should get to a hospital.
Along with the pain, there was a burgeoning gloom
as I was taken into the emergency room.
At once, I required surgery
as what was needed was an appendectomy.
An uncomforting thought crossed my mind as I lay:
Am I going to die? Will this be my last day?
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