I still believe there's a Grand Design, But there's no more faith in a love Divine. Why did God put a curse on me and mine? Death snatched my husband from my side. His Golden Years were supposed to be mine. I still believe there's a Grand Design. I held her hand while everyone lied, From coma to death was a short, flat line, Why did God put a curse on me and mine? They called it an unsolved homicide. One child had to die was the bottom line. I still believe there's a Grand Design. My child stood tearless as her daughter died. I cried to see our nightmares align. Why did God put a curse on me and mine? Her lover is missing; he might have died. She'll give birth alone and lie "I'm fine." I still believe there's a Grand Design. Why did God put a curse on me and mine? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Author: Branwell Author's Notes: I imagine Maggie Scully having some very bad nights. Rating: G Category: Poem

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