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