Jackle
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George Spohrer, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2004
One special morning, on June 19, 1991
An hour after came up the sun,
My mother was again pregnant
She was having a son.
The son was me, of course
But among me, there was something wrong,
The doctor took a picture of the heart
And indeed, something was really wrong.
The heart had a hole
That affected my family;
My mother, father, and three sisters
Were worried if my soul would remain in me.
It lasted for six months
But by Christmas, a miracle,
The hole closed up
And on me, the devil was never on me a jackle.