MAMA IS SICK!
That broken spine is sure to drain
The loopholes of the brain
How one will thought to feel a nerve
And active of the cells
Mama's sick in the spinal cord
Looking helpless by the door
From one weak arm and weakened leg
Her strength is dammed and blur
Although the world applauded her sence
Mama over-works her time
A visionary self to the common man
Like frightened birds in the run
I pray mama would heal
Since the doctor said its not by will
For mama would live today
As I'm determined to pray
For many years will count no less
And mama would live to tell.
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Mama is sick.I pray she's well someday as the doctor said it wouldn't be long.