Poem: A Brain Awry
She flows gracefully through the door
back to see the doctor once more
her third and last this week, we hope
arms full of holes, from needle pokes
A ritual learned well by now
endures so much, I don’t know how
hospital halls, we’ve walked them thin
NICU, admitted again
You see, they say, her brain’s awry
must stop the seizures, before she dies
the medicines, been through them all
so far none work, we hit a wall
Diets, surgeries, all have failed
the cure for her, remains unveiled
but to give up or to relent
we will not do, we will lament
Until a cure, her brain made right
no more seizures or hellish nights
to live a life, as you or me
for her to be, seizure free.
I dedicated this poem to my beautiful daughter, Rose; she has the heart of a warrior!
Written/Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia February 21, 2005
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