Unfair

Chilly nights with days so warm And filled with promising sunlight Would golden October cause him harm? Our own trooper, putting up the fight The sixth, his birthday brought us cheer He breathed without an oxygen mask Maybe God poured him another year Of life from His providential flask Mother, please renew your hopes and faith Our father is sailing out of the currents “We are trying our best”—doctors said on the eighth While closing around him the curtains Why He must take father two days after his birthday Doesn’t God keep track of our calendar, time or day? Written:12/10/2016