A Story by Kathryn Smith

I found the newspaper that was released after I was born.

My family and I made the front page.

My birth made headlines.

Because everyone thought I was going to die.

Everyone thought I wouldn't make it.

Surely a baby weighing 1 pound, 6 ounces would have a hard road ahead.

I read on feeling proud.

And then my heart sunk a little.

I read that before I came into the world, my parents began to plan my funeral.

And even after I was born, they continued to plan my funeral.

My father was thinking about what to say for the Eulogy.


I made it.

I lived.

The real question is.

Why did they continue to plan my funeral?

Even after I was brought home?

Did they not have faith I'd live?

Did they not believe in me?

They say they did, and I believe them..but why continue with the funeral?

It's a hard pill to swallow.

© 2017 Kathryn Smith

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You are a born fighter- a warrior Queen.

Posted 9 Months Ago

Sometimes there are no answers and we just have to accept. Perhaps your parents just wanted to prepare the worst, to shield their hearts, while praying for the best- that you survive..What an amazing poem and story. Clearly you were destined for greatness from the beginning. So glad you are here!

Posted 9 Months Ago

Well what is reason?????
Can you please elaborate..

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Added on August 11, 2017
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