Who's fatigue body is that equipped to my father
And who died his hair white, spoiling the child within
Why is he in a hospital gown, i know daddy's fine
That oxygen tank, it's supporting more than I know.
When did this hospital chair become my new bed
And when did this check up become my biggest fear
Why can't daddy speak to me, what did i do wrong
I can't look at him and recognize my father within.
I heard his screams, I rushed to him.
I was only 14, home alone.
I dialed the police, as soon as I could
And i screamed, oh I screamed!
Was it not good enough, was I too slow
Did I just cost my father's life
Only time will tell...
But forever, he will be my hero.
Author notes
i wrote this out of inspiration of my best friend, sam. she had to call for help from her dad when he had a panic attack from his cancer on christmas eve. i know it was really scary for her. he's been in the hospital ever since, and his colon cancer which he now suffers from after being diagnosed 3 years ago, is really taken over. i just spent hours with her on the phone, and for once she talked about it. i'm just grateful i helped
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Comments
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Brilliant!
A brilliant write.
It's a bit forced flow in some parts,
other wise...
its brilliant.
This is truly a magical write.
it takes the reader on a journey into this person's life.
Keep writing,
Annie Shadows
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this really good..
i can feel the sadness in every line.
ur a great writer!
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