She’s Healing - Poem by Masked lady
Her smile, the glow of her eyes,
the sound of her laughter,
The way she talks, her concern for everybody,
So sweet, so loving are all back with her now,
All these tell she’s healing.
Many years ago seems only yesterday,
When Christmas for the family was colored black,
She was sick, not in the body, but in the heart,
She didn’t talk, never smiled, at times nasty,
She was crying, crying badly and would lock up.
She never communicated, never reached out,
She hated a flower, would throw up for the site of it,
The flower that reminded her how she died;
All efforts to comfort her were futile,
And we lost her, though she was within reach,
And just a call away.
Everybody prayed, prayed for her healing,
Everybody worried for her health,
She’d take sleeping pills at high dosage at night,
So she’d go to sleep and call us all good night,
'Who knows, this maybe my last goodnight' she says,
That would kill us all with worries,
T’was almost a nightly mare for me,
For the children, for the family.
I always wished I could kill him,
And that woman for killing her,
I’ve always wanted to confront him,
Ask him what she’s done to deserve it,
Yet she loves him so much, there’s nothing we can do.
She’s back now, back to us again,
Back to the children, and to the family,
Though still in pain, still lost,
She’s trying to make up for the lost time;
Once more she smiles, she laughs, she talks
And plan for tomorrow, with everybody
Who loves her dearly.
She’s still sick, but healing,
Everybody happy, everybody prays,
For a complete healing and complete recovery.
She still hates the flower and loves him dearly,
But she’s healing and that’s what matters,
and for that, we all thank HIM.
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