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. see footnote. 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 B
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies