The spirit within
was held on tight by
the disease that gripped her
day and night.
Each day was filled with a mother’s plea
“Take it away and give it to me.
A childhood interrupted with pain each day
“make the seizures go away”
God had heard her please and cries at night
“Try my herb in the morning light”
One dose was all she had on hand
so he sent her to meet
“The Medicine Man”
He gave her the oil
That had been taken from us
A miracle herb called cannabis.
By : Jean Everson ©