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No Fearful Memory
No fearful memory
Of the accident,
Sleeping was she.
Angels of blaring sirens sent.
Save her, save her said He

Excited for recovery,
Eager to run alone,
Soon she will be set free,
From the caring helpers she has known.
Help me, she says, help me...

In a place not home,
Off white and coldly real,
Her thoughts often rome,
She waits time to heal,
Ah me, she sighs, ah me.

By: Sabina K. Ehrenhardt