Oma, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

There is a woman I know 
The one I call Oma 
She is so very sick 
And no one has seen Opa 

As she lays in her hospital bed 
The only thing to do is cry 
She can't speak anymore 
Some fear that she could die 

Arthritis in both hands 
And all down too her feet 
Stuck in a chair most her life 
This thing might not be beat 

Her kidneys are failing 
From all the pills she's on 
I hope that she gets better 
So with life she can go on 

Opa is sitting silently 
To himself in the chair 
I can't imagine his pain 
Talk to him I don't dare 

I've reduced my poetry to rhyming 
Because I'm much to worried 
My wedding is in a month 
And I feel much too hurried 

I hope that she will make it 
To see walk down the aisle 
It wouldn't be the same without her 
Not by a mile 

So Oma please get better so you may go home 
For Opa is to shed more tears 
You have so much to look forward too 
So many unlived years 

kiss kiss Oma
Posted: 2005-04-10 02:21:41 UTC

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