Just past midnight in a hospital room
Tired, weak wondering if my time was coming soon.
Afraid to close my eyes for fear I would not wake
My nurse gave me pills of which I would not take.
I was so ill, couldn’t keep anything down.
The Mormon’s came and gathered around.
When asked if I would accept a blessing,
I accepted with no hesitation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem