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Poetry
Expressing the Joy of Health The Sorrow of Vaccine Damage
Poetry by Patricia Crutchfield
The Vaccination
Source: http://www.vaccinetruth.org/The Vaccination By Patricia Crutchfield His trusting eyes looked up at me He smiled his sweetest smile What a precious gift from God he was My son my first born child, The nurse came in and weighed him Put a thermometer briefly in his ear Then she told me to take off his diaper And expose his plump little rear. I did as I was instructed For I knew the procedure by now It’s time for his next vaccination This time I won’t flinch, I vow. The syringes and vial of the serums Lay benignly on her sterile steel tray And though I try to watch her, I find myself turning away. His scream at the prick of the needle Sends a bolt of pure terror through me It’s animal like pitch was not normal And I turned around quickly to see. His beautiful body went rigid Then spasmed again and again What’s happening to my poor baby? And what can I do to help him? I could sense the nurse’s pure panic As she called out to the doctor to come The seconds that passed seems like hours And where is that screaming coming from? I open my eyes in a room filled with light The silence a deafening roar My husband is standing beside me He says everything fine, but his tears tell me more I try to sit up, but I’m weary Another needle pierces my arm I drift off once again into darkness But my mind beats a steady alarm. Two days and two nights I am sedated Until now no one tells me why Then the doctor appears with my husband And immediately I start to cry My most precious gift has been taken He’ll never again be mine to hold His body once so warm and loving Now lays on a slab icy cold I’m sorry says the good doctor A reaction we couldn’t foresee Please accept my sincerest condolence I guess it was just meant to be Our son now plays with the angels And my heart breaks anew everyday Its the angels who tickle his tummy And it’s in their arms not mine, he will lay A statistic, one in seventeen hundred That’s what they say of my son But I say one child is too many To die from a vaccination So mothers do not be so trusting Hear me before it’s to late Don’t lose your child to the “program” Investigate before you vaccinate Return to Poetry Index |