The hope, the worry, the sad face
hoping this was all one big mistake
There was only one person to blame
it was that car that came
The mother saw her child on the gurney
got in the car in such hurry
When they got to the hospital, they saw the child on the bed
hoping and praying that she wasn't dead
When she awoke from her deep sleep
the doctor said she couldn't speak
She couldn't talk
she couldn't even walk
Now I can walk, now I can speak
yes, that sick little child was me
The person in the car was a minister
he had just found out his wife had cancer
We still forgive him to this day
because its easier for the hurt and pain go away
Even though it was a sad day and a bad day
ill always remember this day because it was my sister's birthday
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The Miracle
PoetryThis poem means a lot to not only me but my family as well. I don't really remember all that happend, but my parents have told me all about it. I still can't believe I'm alive. I was only two. I thank God everyday for keeping me here because most ki...
