With a Stroke of a Pen

With a Stroke of a Pen


As I sit in the Hospital waiting room I try not to cry,
To young to understand and nobody has explained to me why,
Am I being punished? What was my crime?
I ask myself these questions time after time,
Gripping my mother's hand tightly, squeezing it hard,
I know the pain that consumes me is breaking her heart,
Looking up at her face I give her a brave smile,
Pretend I'm fine when all the while,
I battle to suppress the panic, the horror, the fear,
The unbearable want to simply get out of here,
Trying to be strong, trying to be her little soldier,
I'd rather be dead but this I can never tell her,
The Nurse calls out my name and the time has come,
To enter the surgeon's office and to learn the outcome,
The countless tests what have they revealed?
Am I at last to be finally healed?
The surgeon looks up and smiles at us warmly,
I see his Devil's teeth and I return his smile coldly,
"We must operate on your son, but do not worry!
I've done this before and you won't be sorry!
It's a standard procedure with only one minor drawback,
Your's son's innocence is now mine, and his future is black,"
I look up at my mother and I listen to her words,
"This is for your own good, they must cut out your diseased innards",
To young to argue I do as I'm told,
I sign the surgeon's consent form and my blood runs cold,
With a stroke of a pen my dreams have been stolen,
And I leave the surgeon's office, dejected and broken.

That made me cry xxxx


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EarthsAngel wrote:That made me cry xxxx


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