I wrote this in ’07; my son Larry died in ’10,
so it’s not about him; I can’t remember whom I’m
referring to in the poem.

-The type that hits you hard &
puts you in prayer mode –

-“Oh, God,
please cure him…
I’ll be a better person,
more tolerant,
I’ll even watch you-know-who on TV,
the one I can’t stand…”

-“Please, let him live, God,
have mercy,
or have Jesus do it,
or Saint Jude,
I’m OK with any of them.”


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