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
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