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12 minutes
Contributed by
Aika
on
Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 01:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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We just came home
When dad-in-law
Shouted please come here
Mom is strange
I do not know how to help
I guess she is dying
We layed her in the bed
Her hands I held
Men ran out
To wait for ambulance
Poor children were scared
Running here and there
Did not suppose what is wrong
My older son was wise
Looked after younger one
So that he does not hurt
When she looked at me
I knew she was here
But when closed her eyes
And stopped to breath
I was afraid
I dived deep in my inside world
And called her back
I knew she did not belong there
„Mom do not give it up
please stay, please look at me,please talk!“
you can not go!!!
Three times she tried
But I held her so tight
Every minute was too long
Every heart beat so loud
Everylook, every breath
At the moment were so precious.
I experienced another touch
Of death...
And when in the door
Appeared doctor
I felt we won
She had a stroke
These days she can walk
Smile and talk
Those long 12 minutes
Were scary, but she lives
Copyright ©
Aika
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2003-08-24 01:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: 12 minutes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ilhar on
Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 01:12:57 AM AEST (User
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i am glad to hear she pulled through
how scary that must have been
Shari |
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Re: 12 minutes
(User Rating: 1 ) by lovingcritters on
Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 02:24:53 AM AEST (User
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Aika...what a scarey poem. Did that happen recently?
I'm so glad she is well now. How hard that is to stand by and watch life and death fight among themselves....who will be first, and will finally stay?
Wonderfully written poem,
Love, Connie Sue |
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