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Is made by God
And meant to be
Not all about
Times of pain.
If the mate
Take them on a date.
It’s not suspicious
Or, think someone
Is pulling something.
It doesn’t get jealous
On its way.
Beating as one
With a vow never to part.
Love never criticizes
Touch the heart.
“I’m leaving because you’re broke.”
For better or worse
It turns to the right
To be a delight.
|Call 9-1-1 for Dad
Call 9-1-1 for Dad
He’s on the floor,
We can’t get him in bed,
Dad was a stroke victim,
He was mostly bedridden,
During the day he sat in his wheelchair,
He’d have his breakfast with us,
And watch TV,
The visiting nurse and nurse’s aide would come
They’d clean him and take his vital signs,
An occupational therapist,
Would help him with activities,
I’d sit and play cards with him,
We’d all talk with him,
Take care of him,
But at night,
When we tried to get him from
The wheelchair to his bed,
He would slide right to the floor,
We’d call 9-1-1,
The paramedics would come,
They’d lift him up,
And ever so gently lay him in his bed,
Thank God for the paramedics,
They are special people,
God bless them
One and all.
-Celine Rose Mariotti