More Than Gold
I was screaming....! Help me
Jesus! Help me Jesus. My life was
ebbing away. The two wires
sunk into my fingers, sparkling
and draining me dry! An itching
surge ran through my veins. I
felt so lifeless, I have never felt
like that before.
The currents hung unto me
when I was about separating
the wires from touching, the
man at the generator ignited it
at the moment and that was it!
I could not be saved, nobody
was ready to snatch me away
from the fangs of death but then
I heard mother scream and feel
her thud as she rushed towards
a dying me. She cared not to die,
she pulled with every force in
her and saved me.
I have ever nurtured the fact
that she loves me not because of
her constant chastisement but I
know that day the worth of my
mother.
She stood by my bedside and
prayed for my relief. The truth is,
in my heart, she's more than
gold.
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