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Turning Point
She could not believe her eyes,
He was here
A month too soon,
“What have I done?”
He lied there small and red
In the E.Rs bed
Machines and IVs
Clinging for dear life.
His little lungs yet not there
She wept with regret
“Why did I keep drinking?”
Hours and hours have gone,
He’s doing great
The worse has passed
“I love you my dear… Don’t you worry mama is here”.
He was here
A month too soon,
“What have I done?”
He lied there small and red
In the E.Rs bed
Machines and IVs
Clinging for dear life.
His little lungs yet not there
She wept with regret
“Why did I keep drinking?”
Hours and hours have gone,
He’s doing great
The worse has passed
“I love you my dear… Don’t you worry mama is here”.
Published 13th Jul 2012
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14th Jul 2012 6:52pm
This poem is sad but it shows you are a wonderful writer for being able to add emotion into it.
