I was fevered
Leg was swollen up to my knee
Black spots on my toes
I took drugs
I healed
I got more days
Lost no toes
I am grateful
The sun looks brighter
People seem more delicate
Their stories seem more important
I was sitting waiting to see the doctor
My fever raged
A mother ran in
Said my child is going into surgery
Said I need to see him
Because it might be the last time
I cried for her
I cried for me
I cried for the size of it all
Then I understood
What I didn’t before
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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