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Mistaken |
| Written by Amatayo | |
| Saturday, 21 June 2008 | |
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Nine o'clock I got the call.
My wife found dead in the hall.
The officer said he needed me.
To claim her body and for me to see.
There I sat in the station.
Hoping to god they where mistaken.
And there it was a second call.
The ID read some thing off the wall.
It was my wife from her car.
I answered quick to her alarm.
Told my wife I really loved her.
And for now on I'll make the supper.
Out the station I did so fly.
For my wife I thought had died.
In my act I did not see.
A small blue Honda racing at me
Me and the car we did collide
But certainly I survived.
In
the hospital room my wife had sat.
Holding my daughters old nap sack.
She stood up with red eyes.
For I thought she knew I died
With my hands I called her over.
But her face showed it wasn't over.
I'm not dead you came to soon.
A joke I thought would not matter.
But everyone had stopped all there chatter.
And suddenly my life turned so bleak.
For there where no words I could say.
That would change this awful day.
Was my daughter in her sleep.
Copyright 2008 Amatayo |
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