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Terminal
by Jane E PearceOn a mild spring morn,
my baby boy was born,
but the Doctor shook his head,
"he's terminal," he said.
"how much time?" I asked
with tears. He smiled
and answered,
"about eighty years." 05/30/2003 Posted on 05/30/2003
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/31/03 at 04:31 AM this is precious! to quote the movie "every man dies, but not everyone truly lives" hehehe... great work jane, it put a smile on my face |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/31/03 at 04:40 AM Hi Jane,
It's lovely. For a moment I was worried, til I finished it. So glad you baby boy is fine. thank the Lord. Amen. Peace & Joy, Jean. |
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