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My dear friend Pamela phoned me last evening to inform me of her step mother's grave illness and that the prognosis did not look good that she would be leaving the hospital but would be slowly dying there. The doctors had put her on morphine to make her as comfortable as possible. All evening long I after that call I had felt so torn up for Pamela. Sure her step mother was quite old and frail ( all of 92 now) but she had always been such a lovely dear woman to me on the dozen or so occasions I had had the pleasure to visit with her while with my friend and I knew that even though they had had their rocky patches in the past that Pamela loved her and she was in many respects as close to a real mother to Pamela as Pamela had ever had. Then earlier this evening Pamela called me to happily report she was sadly mislead or perhaps she, herself just misunderstood when she had gone to the hospital to see her that previous evening as when she went back there tonight the dear lady was up and alert and even talking and laughing with her visitors. The staff informed my friend that she had been taken off the morphine and seemed to be doing pretty good on her own and was not as near death's door as Pamela had been made to believe the previous night. I do not know her mother all that well but I must admit my good spirits rebounded pretty quickly upon hearing this most welcome news. I was just so happy for Pamela as I knew now she would not be left alone in this world with one more of her so few remaining immediate family members alive for her to be in contact with. This poem came from that thankfulness and joy I felt upon learning of the welcome turn around of the events. Though I know miscontrived is not a word I chose to use my poetic license and use it anyway as we were discussing the previous evening together on the phone when we thought her step mother was about to die in the next few days that I would like to attend the viewing of the body so to pay my respects to the dear lady and how I would gladly take Pamela if she needed a ride or anything of the kind to be with the rest of her family when the time came. I apologized too for speaking that way seeing as the lady in question was not yet dead but I just wanted my friend to know she could count on me and from those moments that word miscontrived ( as contrived means planned) so the word fit even though it was not really a word I liked it and thought the title was befitting.