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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| My mother fell off her chair at Wendy's, Which is what started it all. She lay on the floor unconscious, As we made a hurried 911 call. The emergency responders gave care, As I never felt so damn helpless. I prayed to my omnipotent God, To relieve my poor mother's distress. On a stretcher, they lifted her gently, In an ambulance, she was so placed. To the hospital with all sirens blaring, Behind I nervously chased. I was told to stand by while my mother, Was intensively helped by the staff. When I was finally allowed to see her, I could only cry while I laughed. She was sitting up and grinned like a cat, Bandages like a turban on her head. I gave her a hug and a sloppy kiss, And thanked God that she wasn't dead. I never took mother for granted again, Because when everything goes awry, We realize then it's much, much too late, To do anything but hopelessly cry.
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