Rabecca

Sick
Ain't even the half of it
Doctors called to my bed side as mom sat here and cried 
Daddy was a man 
Sitting there holding her hand
Struggling to keep a straight face as they took her temperature 
Hoping that rumors 
Weren't true 
That she was a goner for sure 
Constantly praying and praying 
Amen after amen 
Almost wondering if the sickness of their daughter wasn't some sort of punishment for some of their sins 
Maybe it was just the case of this house they were living in 
Creaky floors and leaky doors letting the cold in
Holey old blankets weren't enough 
To keep the sickness from getting into their child, and trust me 
It wasn't as if they had enough money 
They were just a poor family 
Trying to live Christianity 
But they felt God had betrayed them 
How dare he curse them 
And leave their child to fall ill 
Maybe it was gods will,
But hope is always there 
Even though life isn't fair 
At least not enough to let you know 
Which way to go
Or what may happen next. 
Maybe their baby girl wouldn't be the next
To be put six feet under
Cause she hadn't even made seven so they would always wonder
What she would turn out to be.  
 The only thing that was a possibility
Of either end of the stick that they thought she would be
Was to be even more in debt 
To pay off medical expenses 
Hopefully not a casket. 
At this point and time who knows exactly what is to happen.