That Day
And hurried they did
Rid their troubles
The doctor would
Could cure all ills
In their minds
Faith she finds
As doctors do nothing
Closes, the ring
Tight at night
The pain kills
Likes floran blight
And still she tries
And still she cries
As the hope is there
As the cure is where?
God why would you dare
Doctor tried to be
Rational; Fair
Said have us taken out
End your painful bout
Remove us from her
And future pain
Would not occur
Cut us out like I am useless
Like I am less
All you had to say
That fateful day
Was that your blessing?
Your consecration?
Did your mind sink so far
As to that location?
To suggest to a couple
That they end not twice,
Not double,
Their children?
Their three children?
Was that all I meant to you?
Or was that all you would do?
Were you lost in hope?
Were you lost in faith?
Did you not see Christ’s wraith?
Well here I am and
Though they may not be too
Know that they did not end
The lives of me, Kalina and Elisabeth
On your words
Not thought on in depth
Copyright © John Hagan | Year Posted 2022
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