Into the phone she spoke
And told the fearsome news.
The untrasound showed something wrong.
Using the scale of one to four.
Yours was a four plus.
Dreaded.
I cannot read. I think of you.
No food tonight.
They fear the worst.
Everything is urgent.
Tomorrow under the knife you go.
Perhaps a lymph node too.
Frightened.
I cannot sleep. I think of you.
I know you think of her.
She seemed like your sister
More than your mother.
They told her what they're telling you.
Would God let this happen twice?
Overwhelmed.
I try to pray. I think of you.
What does tomorrow hold?
What have you told your children?
I see mine sleeping and wonder.
Where did you find the words?
What are you thinking?
Saddened.
Tears are falling. I think of you.
Please pray for my friend tomorrow and her family.
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Praying for your friend...
How heavy. Tears are stinging my eyes. I will be lifting up your friend and family to Him. Thanks for the touching poem that pierced my heart.
Thank all for your prayers. I'll update you in a post.
Sarah - I may have said this before but I am so sorry about your mom. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here.
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