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(Written: 9~8~2008)





She awoke one Winter morning,

Blood foaming from her lips.

Each cough a painful warning,

That something was amiss.

So to the doctors they rushed her,

At the tender age of five.

They said her tonsils must be removed,

Should she wish to remain alive.



She arrived one Spring evening,

Her friends all laughed and jeered.

She was new to roller skating,

Getting hurt was what she feared.

So to the doctors they had to rush her,

After falling backwards onto her arm.

They said her left wrist was fractured,

How had she come to know such harm?



She was outside one Summer afternoon,

Still healing from her last fall.

Playing badminton with her mother,

When she missed and dropped the ball.

So to the doctors they rushed her,

After hearing the sickening “pop”.

Her ankle had been severely broken,

It would be six weeks before she’d walk.



She stumbled out of bed one Fall dawn,

A hand clutching her right side.

Her steps were slow and pain filled,

She looked up at her parents and cried.

So to the doctors they had to rush her,

As her face grew pale from pain.

A large cyst had formed upon her ovary,

Trying for children would be in vain.



She looked down one late night eve,

To the simple words poured from her mind.

When would she get a year’s reprieve,

From the doctors words cruel and unkind.

So to the plane they rushed her,

Tears seeping out like rain.

Wishing her love and happiness,

Away from bitter memories of pain.