Ready Set Go Poem by April gill

As I stare at this knife, I can picture in my head exactly what it will do as well as what I must make it do,

Why couldn't the knife come with a voodoo spell on it that would make it float up into the air, line up with to where my heart continues to will be ofpainfully beat.

And while lined up waiting for the magic words to proceed, my only thoughts will be of the children and you, finally being happy,
With knowing that, I must continue, so at last I say the magic words.

Ready when you are give it a go, please just one last thing before I go, just make sure you do the trick, but make it stop, make it quick.