Husband to a wife who has passed,
My father;
Just stood there, holding her cold hands.
He was praying for her soul,
Because that’s all he could do,
The sound of complicated instruments,
reverberated across the hall,
Through which I walked out,
A motherless child;
Because that’s all I could do
And as I did,
I thought of the pain she endured for me,
Third time lucky was unheard off,
But she took the risk and let god deal with the odds
And let the doctors lay the knife on her womb again
Here I am today, years later, alive and breathing, her youngest,
Walking away, wishing she could be my mother again.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
Husband to a wife who has passed,
My father;
Just stood there, holding her cold hands.
He was praying for her soul,
Because that’s all he could do,
The sound of complicated instruments,
reverberated across the hall,
Through which I walked out,
A motherless child;
Because that’s all I could do
And as I did,
I thought of the pain she endured for me,
Third time lucky was unheard off,
But she took the risk and let god deal with the odds
And let the doctors lay the knife on her womb again
Here I am today, years later, alive and breathing, her youngest,
Walking away, wishing she could be my mother again.
