Sickness Poem by Noelle Mott

Watching everyday that goes by,
The sicker and sicker my dad become
Coughing over and over every minute
Only if my father could get better
A prayer to God up above, a plea for help
Heavenly Father please heal my father
He is dying away, I hate watching him cry
The pain he is suffering from kidney failure
Since the transplant, September 21,2010,
My dad had a fatty tumor, the tears of watching
He say please help I couldn't look at him without
Wanting to run away from home to not see how hard it was for him
To breath, eat; swallow food, finally after 6 weeks of a machine
Attached to him, he was able to return back to work again
I love my dad sincerely and I wish he will stay alive until
I have graduated high school and was married and became a mother