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Morning prayers


I wake up in the morning wash my face and brush my teeth. But before that I thank God for blessing me with this day and pray real hard that things go a way that will make me better in some way. Then I think about my daddy and the doctor telling him diabetes is your illness and the only help I can give you is a couple milligrams of insulin. I picture him shooting up his arm before he eats and sleeps of the cold liquid that keeps giving him bad dreams that won't allow him to sleep. But daddy can't refuse the med because he wants to to live so his sugar can't get high or else he could die or slip in to a coma. But wait let's look my aunt for a second who weeks ago was diagnosed with breast cancer. And nowshe's out of work going back and forth to the doctor looking or answers. That seem to only be huge sonagrams of the same picture over and over again. And yes Nana had I too and Nana made it through and Yes aunties strong so I know she will too. And yes its true that I'm scared out of my mind that something will happen to either daddy or auntie and they are truly something I can't afford to loose because I need daddy's lectures and auntie comedy to keep me true. And really I'm afraid for them to die because like Sam Cooke said I don't know what out there beyond the sky. So yes I wrote this to clarify that this pink bracelat is on my wrist so that I hold hope in my heart and clarity in my mind that my auntie will survive and she will be here in a year for me to call and sing her happy birthday before she falls asleep. And this necklace is around my neck so that I remember my daddy's sweet lullaby's and know that he will be here tomorrow for me to call him in the evening and tell him about my day so he can comfort me and say baby it'll be ok. So as I pray to God and thank him for the day I pray that my daddy and auntie are here to stay and the illnesses go away for the rest of their days, or until the day he comes and takes us all away, at least then at least will all be together for the rest of our days.
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This is an amazing poem ChelseaMarre! I would love to work with you! Send me a message for some more personal feedback!

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