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Poems About Hopes and Fears

Just prepared this. Jill is on a small oxygen
insert in nose and understand that is a good 
sign so am glad. She sure is woozy and 
difficult to understand after coming off
of sedation. 

With some knowledge and a suture,
Should start planning for the future;
Have pen in hand;
Meet each demand;
Use experience and plan nurture.

Church problem has been mold,
Which is what I am recently told;
Rainy hurricane,
Here did remain;
A plan to solve will soon unfold.

Needless to say I am raddled;
Again on myself have tattled;
Worried a lot;
Myself fought;
To accept battled and battled.

What I became is surely so very afraid;
Over and over often prayed and prayed;
Please here stay;
Do not go away;
For us in paradise a place God has made.

We possessed each negative thought;
And into constant trap we got caught;
Were there;
Hard to bare;
Made us mad becoming overwrought.

God should never ever forsaken me;
If happy forever I would always be;
My mind I adore,
No longer sore;
Then everyone with me would agree.

Going to hospital I always do dread,
Some drugs to sedate her being fed;
Fearful sound,
All around;
Laying in bed as if she were dead.

God help so she can start to revive;
Now knowing will be able to survive,
And begin,
Being happy again;
On earth together can remain alive.

Some things seem to be blistery scab,
Such as anything that resemble rehab;
Ways abide by,
May sooner die;
Do what they say or end up on a slab.

Jim Horn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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