The day I had to force a smile,
For a moment I was imbecile,
I had to pretend just for a while,
Unable to walk; I was immobile.

Lying on that bed I was in great pain,
But for a moment I confused my brain,
After all I had undergone I had to refrain,
Like a poet I thought of writing a cinquain.

Today I can testify there is God in Heaven,
I feel His presence when having a sweven,
He is a wonder working God; I have Shriven,
He truly lives and through me He has proven.