WhyA Poem by EllenI wrote this poem for my son Scott who became very ill with pseudomonas bacteria that destroyed both of his kidneys. He was in the hospital for 3 months. He would always ask me Why?
Do you ever wonder why?
We are suppose to have a piece of the American pie. Tragedy strikes, or illnesses become apart of our lives. Who cares, you say, everyone seems to say their goodbyes. Why me? I wonder why. I feel bad inside and start to cry. Then, I see beyond myself. I do have all the wealth. It is not the piece of the American pie. It is something inside myself, I sigh. It is God who has made me, all that I am to be. Even He directs the path I am to go, you see. Is it the Piece of the American pie, I should really care? No, it is the love between God and I we share. Now, I do not have to think to wonder why. I can see clearly now that the whys and the American pie are like the big blue sky. The concerns and whys are apart of our lives. The only thing I truly know is God and I together are part of the cure.
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