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A mothers inner thoughts. (AAB CCB-446-446)

Surgery had been offered to me as a 10 yr old, but after mum spoke to a cousin of hers,who was a nurse, mum decided  to NOT put me through it - just incase.  

A mothers inner thought prior to adult offspring {me}having neuro surgery. {see comment, below.}

I watched you grow 
While praying, so
A cure, it would be found.
My heart was sore,  
I prayed some more
Each time you "fell to ground".

My eyes did weep, 
Who, would you, keep
When dad and I were gone?
And yes, it’s true,
I prayed that you
Would NOT be left alone.

But then a glim
Of hope from Him
I’ll tell you, I WAS scared
The years of pain
Had been my bane 
I’ll know not, how you fared.

The choice was yours,
YOU fought the wars
Of anguish, when it hit.
I prayed with dad
That we’d be glad
Your choice would make them quit.

I feared the worst
Would you be cursed?
You’d know not, dad nor me.
Your memory gone?
A star that shone?
We prayed the BEST, would be.

That evening came 
Would we HIM blame?
We visited to see,
And from afar, 
HE .............. GAVE............. ME ..............POWER,
Whene’er you winked at me.

But NOW I’m pleased,
My mind has eased
The right choice you DID make,
I’m glad we knew
The seizure-less you,
Before us, HE did take.




Note: Mum thought I might have had memory issues after my surgery and after winking at her from afar, she looked at my dad saying in a delighted voice "Oh Bobby, he knows us"

Comments

Colin Ross said…
The evening after the surgery, as I was walking to the washroom with my I.V. on tow, I saw my parents and wife down the corridor. I winked at them and my mother said to my father "Oh Bobby, he knows us"

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