This hospital,
these doctors,
this place, i know it well.
too many times have i been here.
how many ways will i know this pain?
first my mother,
now my father,
dying.
right in front of me.
this pain is the kind that kills
this pain is the kind that makes us crazy
first my mother
now my father.
i wait on the news
although i already know it.
"shes going to die"
i cried for weeks.
i dread this news
here he comes.
my heart pounds
"Hes going to be just fine."
silently i thank God for my good fortune
not this time
"Thank you"
i silently pray

(BTW my dad really is in the hospital please pray for him!)