Nicole Nelson
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Praying For a Miracle
White flakes catch the light of the street lamps as she looks out the fifth story window; Christmas Eve makes a hospital a quiet and forlorn place. Worn-out, festive cardboard decorations are half-heartedly taped to the walls and doors all down the hallway. Sterile fumes of bleach and Lysol fill her lungs as she deeply inhales and exhales with a heavy sigh, much like her heart. Sheryl’s eyes then fall upon her helpless little girl lying in the hospital bed. Amy’s limp body looks much like a skeleton’s under the thin cotton blankets. Her skin pale and translucent compared to her mother’s healthy skin tone. Why now, Sheryl ponders as she slowly moves her aching body from the chair by the window to the bedside of her failing daughter. Aching from emotional pain, and aching for a miracle. Sheryl folds her chapped hands tightly in her lap and begins to pray…
The doctors say that there is little hope for Amy; her leukemia has spread too far. Well I’m sure you already know that, but they’re just doctors, you have the final say. I’m not ready to lose her, she’s all I have and more than I have ever deserved. Please don’t take her from me, I’m begging you; she’s only six. She’s my little angel, all mine, you can have her once I’m gone and once she’s lived her own life. Graduated high school, fallen in love, gotten married, had babies of her own. Take her then, but not today. How could you take a little girl from her mother? I know you know what’s right, but taking my child away from me isn’t. I’m sure you must hear this all the time when other precious babies are taken by you, for your own reasons, from their mothers. But this is all I have left to do. I’m not doctor, and if I could I’d give her anything to make her better, even my life I would-but I can’t. This…you are my only hope now God I hope you hear me...
The doctor just grazes Sheryl’s shoulder, she immediately awakens, her eyes dart directly to her daughter. The machines keeping her alive-still beeping, that sound that she has been clinging to for hope. Muscles in her neck straining for movement from the uncomfortable sleeping position they were in. She then turns her attention to the warming brown eyes of Amy’s doctor. His voice like a hark angel, bringing her sanguinity. “There is hope,” he says, “there is a new treatment we are willing to try.” Sheryl whispers “thank you” as the doctor silently closes the oak door behind him.
Song Lyrics Story
Praying For a Miracle
White flakes catch the light of the street lamps as she looks out the fifth story window; Christmas Eve makes a hospital a quiet and forlorn place. Worn-out, festive cardboard decorations are half-heartedly taped to the walls and doors all down the hallway. Sterile fumes of bleach and Lysol fill her lungs as she deeply inhales and exhales with a heavy sigh, much like her heart. Sheryl’s eyes then fall upon her helpless little girl lying in the hospital bed. Amy’s limp body looks much like a skeleton’s under the thin cotton blankets. Her skin pale and translucent compared to her mother’s healthy skin tone. Why now, Sheryl ponders as she slowly moves her aching body from the chair by the window to the bedside of her failing daughter. Aching from emotional pain, and aching for a miracle. Sheryl folds her chapped hands tightly in her lap and begins to pray…
The doctors say that there is little hope for Amy; her leukemia has spread too far. Well I’m sure you already know that, but they’re just doctors, you have the final say. I’m not ready to lose her, she’s all I have and more than I have ever deserved. Please don’t take her from me, I’m begging you; she’s only six. She’s my little angel, all mine, you can have her once I’m gone and once she’s lived her own life. Graduated high school, fallen in love, gotten married, had babies of her own. Take her then, but not today. How could you take a little girl from her mother? I know you know what’s right, but taking my child away from me isn’t. I’m sure you must hear this all the time when other precious babies are taken by you, for your own reasons, from their mothers. But this is all I have left to do. I’m not doctor, and if I could I’d give her anything to make her better, even my life I would-but I can’t. This…you are my only hope now God I hope you hear me...
The doctor just grazes Sheryl’s shoulder, she immediately awakens, her eyes dart directly to her daughter. The machines keeping her alive-still beeping, that sound that she has been clinging to for hope. Muscles in her neck straining for movement from the uncomfortable sleeping position they were in. She then turns her attention to the warming brown eyes of Amy’s doctor. His voice like a hark angel, bringing her sanguinity. “There is hope,” he says, “there is a new treatment we are willing to try.” Sheryl whispers “thank you” as the doctor silently closes the oak door behind him.
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