Thursday, May 3, 2012

Terror

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This child, this child, this child
What is wrong, what is wrong?
The tremors and convulsions
wracking her body, anxiety twisting
the features of this most precious daughter,
tears streak my face
as I hold on to her, soothing,
loving, worrying, hyper focused
as I always have but
this, this, this is so new and
unknown and uncontrollable.
Oh my girl
praying for solutions
hoping for the best and simplest
but fearing the worst.
In anguish, I finally comprehend
the caregivers of those with
various disabilities, delays and
challenges, their selfless love and
duty to the one they love,
unconditionally committed
as all true loves are.

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