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As I asked you how did the visit go,
your eyes started to glisten with fear.
By that time your silence took hold of my breath
and death tickled my ear,
for I knew the answer.
All I could say was God blessed you with 75 years,
so let's pray and hope that God can heal your cancer
because you would always say it's in God's hands.
But confusion struck because I thought through Christ
there was life and death was part of the Devil's plan.
It seems your hourglass is down to its last grain of sand.
And yes scriptures say we're never promised a tomorrow
so it's only right if I say that our time is borrowed.
So there's no need to feel pain and sorrow.
But just like the sin that sits in one's heart,
feelings of regret entered your lungs where the smoke still lingers.
Unaware that your gaurdian angels are watching
the cigarette burn at the tip of your fingers.
Sitting at your bedside after surgery reminded me
of the times when grandma said be thankful for God's grace.
Maybe she was right because he was listening
and by his strength you were able to see your wife's beautiful face.
In return I saw the only father figure in my life
conquer what we labeled to be your death
and started to thank God for restoring life into your breath.
Beating an illness that caused many to end up in a casket
because medical treatment couldn't surpass it
is a blessing and for that I thank you Lord.
Angelo Martinez©
