Mommy is sick—
The doctors say she could get better,
If it weren’t for me.
But mommy won’t do it,
She won’t get rid of me,
She says she loves me too much—
I’m dying—
But I won’t sacrifice my baby’s life,
Not for mine.
The doctors say that I’m a fool—
Why?
Why am I a fool?
Because I love my child?
Or because I hold someone else’s life,
Above my own?
I love them both—
She is my wife,
And she has Cancer.
That baby is my child,
And they are blameless.
I love them both—
She is a fool—
The chance of the fetus surviving,
Is so small.
Them both surviving,
Nearly impossible.
Mommy is sick—
But she says she’s going to keep me,
I hope I can do the same.
