Each time now when he went to sleep
It was a lottery for him to keep
Sometimes he would visit then
And he knew it would not be the end
You see his father had died quickly too
The cancer came and as it would always do
At the same time that this happened to him
His wife was with child for a family to begin
The birth came as it was not an easy time
And everything seemed to be just fine
So he went to bed that night thinking it was alright
But in a deep sleep his father returned in light
He was standing on his grand father's veranda
With a baby in a white shawl no sight was so grander
The sight made him happy to see him in the light
And in the dream he introduced his son so bright
Then his father became quite sad in his expression
I'm sorry but there is a problem you will find
When later that year it became a fact not kind
For he found the son had cerebral palsy on his right side.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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