In there eyes,littering the place
Like trash, I see the direlects, trace
The broken shards of faith scattered
Across lobby, waiting out the futility
Of their unmiracled lives. Stuttered
Hope looks at me, another disability
Coming to this Siloam where no angel fly.
Money buys no life, but without it we die
In the very presence of the medicine in
These emergency rooms carcassed with sin.
Dying to get well
We live between the pain of death
And the despair of hell.
The wait, undurable, spawns sunset
to sunset and chasm between. The eyes
Closed, resigned to the fate that denies
Man a creed
That life against all odds must succeed.
Categories:
shands, life,
Form: Verse
Well...then, as I was chasing after my (lil) brother....(sobs) I noticed mom is crying,
but even though it is hard for her. she managed to tell...granny the sad news. "That
she has Ovary-Cancer, haven'd diagnoised while in NYC at this specialist clinic and all
of her pertinent information has been forwarded to Shands Hospital here in Jackson-
ville Fla._______and granny (who is *now* crying) SHOUTS-OUT." "Thank-You Lord,
but mama still would need to have surgery and my two auntee's Brenda and San-san
comes down from Newark (NJ) to be with her and she comes through her surgery...al
right. "Alll-ll..riggghh-htt & out of.....sight.."
"All-right...&(well)... thankGodforMama(smile)..."
Categories:
shands, black african american,
Form: Rhyme