Another morality tale; the details culled from several clients I've met.

The Final Straw

A chronicle of misfortune
Is the story of this sickness,
How it attacked with a passion
And a surprising quickness;

A 38 year old woman
And a mother to be,
Improperly educated
How cocaine, would set her free;

A history of smoking
A little alcohol,
At the time, when she did these things
They seemed so very small;

So with little consideration
She decided to bear a child,
Her evil ways were behind her
She no longer was wild;

But her body was damaged
In places deep beneath the skin,
Quite assuredly, she had repented
But she'd still suffer from the sin;

Gestational diabetes
Preeclampsia and hypertension,
Many other complications
And some I can not mention;

Until at last the final straw
Lay upon this camel's back,
She had a heart attack and stroke
All at once, in one great whack;

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

After 7 long weeks on life-support
She delivered a strapping young son,
But Momma was finished
Brain dead and wasted
Her body used up and all done,
She gave up the ghost
She passed on the scepter
And left what she had for the kid,
And written on her headstone
Engraved in New Roman
"Twas but, one good thing I did".

Fibril_late;
6/29/08