Right out of the womb stricken with cancer,
Poor little Liza Lella coming into the world like that.
The compassionate cancer doctor did what she could,
And Liza cried all the way through the ineffective treatments.
The doctor and the parents quietly thought to themselves
Why would a loving God allow this infant to suffer?
Little Liza Lella died at only six months old.
The doctor and her parents cried and cried at the injustice of it.
Unbeknownst to them little Liza Lella was happy in heaven
Spared from the murder that awaited her at age eighteen.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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