I have watched as my greatgarandmother has gone thru pain. but that pain to make her bettr is now in vain. cause the nursing home shes in is not taking proper care of her. and if the stuff continues shell be in heaven sir. so i wright this poem about how i have to deal. with this nursing home hell as she lies in this bed of steel. in pain and in missery i hope she will heal. so i can hug her one more before she has to peel. peel out out of this life up ynto the heavenly gates. but right now the nursing home hell i feel nothing but hate. maybe u have expercied somthing like this to. if so send a comment to a poet named juice
