Child's Dilemma - Poem by Christine Kerr
Phoned my dad to pick me up from school
'Why, ' he asked, ' What's wrong with you.'
'I'm sick, ' I say, I thought you might care..
'Can't you walk, and get some air.'
The old man was acting the fool
If he was picking me up, I was to follow his rules.
'Wait for me beside the fence.'
Why did he have to be so dense
Sitting in the car, at the house,
He couldn't understand me, quiet as a mouse.
'Dad look at me, ' I tried to roar.
'Can't, got no light.' As he opened the door.
'My teacher says, I'm burning up.'
But like before, I'm Sh*t out of luck.
'Your mother will be home soon.'
I got to go to town.'
'Would you watch to see, I don't fall down.'
I made it through the house
With my cloths leaving a trail,
My mother would look for me.
Determined, to post no bail.
While laying there waiting
I'm thinking goodbye to my friends
Heard some beautiful music
And a bright light poured in
Something was stirring
Must be angels floating above
I understood that it wasn't my time
A lot of other children need love
Heard my name from a distant door
Stumbling through my cloths on the floor
Mom took my temperature of 105
Thankful, that I was still alive
In cold water she laid me.
Fear in her voice, for what she sees
Finally I cried out, Gasping for air
Brothers yelling out, 'What's wrong with her.'
A couple days later, Mom finally asked,
' Where was your father when you came in.'
'I couldn't get it through his thick skull,
just how bad it had been.'
Dad pointed out his new interior light.
Rolled my eyes, but I dared not fight
He screamed at me that he didn't know
Silently we drove home though the snow.
I know now, it's all in the past,
Still wished I could of kicked his ass.'
Yes, when I was a child at age ten,
Scarlett Fever nearly did me in.
(A chilhood memory like it was yesterday)
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