8 Poem by Dwayne Bailey

Today I'm stuck with the news,
my eight year olds ill and sick;
Its sitting hard in my stomach,
like i've eaten a 100 pound brick.

Their not sure what it is just yet,
maybe cancer maybe not;
Two weeks I have to wait,
inside I'm one big knott!

Since there's nothing else I can do,
I geuss i'll just have to pray;
Lord bless this little one,
may your will be worked today! ! !

Written for my eight year old Olivia