No Healing TouchA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioChild shoots himself playing with a hand gun
She almost hit the floor, and as a doctor, she had seen death many times before, and in many ways, but death like that haunts her mind, and it stays, but none really hurt like this one, children should be playing and having fun, not left alone curious to find a gun, then shot in the head, left for dead, bleeds out, and no one hears him shout, it was just sad, made her mad, and it went against every grain of her moral and medical principles, it pains the brain, and death should never be needless, it should come with dignity, not with pity, it should come with old age, not with anger, or with rage, she looked at the dead child and really couldn’t do much, all the medical training, and she had no healing touch. © 2009 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 12, 2009 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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