Smell The Roses

She lays back
her head on the gurney
we hold our breath
as she takes this journey
doctors surround
there is no sound
as she's wheeled away
then her mother breaks down
crying slumped on the ground
we comfort her
gathered around
silent hours pass by
the time ticks
no one knows why
finally the doctor's in sight
our little angel
sleeping under the light
then her pretty little eyes
open and she smiles
takes a breath
she says
now I can smell the Roses

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