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| Dreams In Intensive Care You sleep like a child, So innocent and sweet, Dreams of youth and love Pink roses in your cheeks. The doctors told us to chose To tell them what was best We meant for you to live It�s too soon for your final rest. We hooked you up to tubes We didn�t even ask Was this your final wish? It was your only chance. So now you lay so still A broken doll we can�t mend I fear you�ve many miles to go To find your peaceful end. By: Kathie Stehr April 2001 |
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| I wrote this when Mom was in ICU and they wanted us to decide whether we wanted surgery done. |