Sunday, November 3, 2013

The MRI Prayer

T'was the night before the big MRI
Not a creature was stirring but I did let out a sigh
All the papers were in order
Tucked well in my purse
Hoping tomorrow will not be a curse
I'm praying the tech's needle, has no pain
As the contrast die travels through my veins
I picture it surrounding my tumour and brain
Hoping there is nothing more I have gained
A no change MRI is all that I ask
As I prepare to be fitted for a radiation mask
The next chapter will start on a totally different book
I have no choice, I must take a look
So tonight in bed when you say your prayers
Perhaps you could slip my name in there.

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