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It Happened

This day plays over and over in my mind It'll stay with me until the day I die On the highway looked up Dark gray clouds closing in On the radio Social Distortion comes on “Reach for the Sky because tomorrow may never COME..” Thought to myself, better get there fast This song might be over in time for her spirit to pass Still thirty minutes to go Cars gotta go faster, gotta roll Reach the hospital and walk fast as I can I'd like to run but strangers pass so I cant I enter the crowded room I stand in the corner, I look at her in the bed. In so much pain, her body is trembling from head to toe Then IT happened, She asked for him He bent down and filled her arms with his hug Her upper body slightly off the bed as he tried to relieve her pain For the first time in my life I saw my brother experience true love I could see the particles of air above their heads exchanging loving thoughts He thought” It'll be ok, you can let go” She thought” It's just so hard because I love you sooo” He thought”I love you baby, god is calling you home” She said “ No need to call. I'll watch over you. When you arrive I'll know” It was by far the most overwhelming emotion ever Beyond control I could no longer see, The tears just poured I think a ghost put it's hand down my throat, And then used my heart as a stress relief ball... Cancer was the boxer giving my heart a beat The pain was the ying as the love was to yang Two people in love, In a world that can be so untrue, I'm so glad my loved one found you!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 12/20/2012 7:59:00 AM
This is a very poignant example of how God brings love into life changing events.The talent of your pen eased the pain of the read..... Love Ya.... Jake
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Lynn Dolly
Date: 12/20/2012 3:45:00 PM
I'm glad you enjoyed this. It was painful to write. That's the beauty of poetry. Allows me to make good of something bad :)

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