I saw this poem for the first time tonight and felt compelled to share. I remember feeling torn, much in the way Susan Macaulay describes, two years ago. The internal struggle and conversations with God. Bargaining. Begging. Questioning. Not wanting her to suffer any longer, yet not wanting to let her go. Because at least when she was here, I could hold her hand, see her face, hear her voice, and just simply be with her. Susan found just the right words – this is beautiful and heartbreaking.

a daughter’s prayer to god

by Susan Macaulay

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