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Wilderness Years -- In Rhyme!

Posted by CFMBabs , 05 November 2008 · 764 views

With head in hands -- How will I cope?
No cure to be found -- no hope
What will I become, the future is bleak
A word I'm not sure of, even to speak

It hit me so hard like a runaway truck
It looked like my life had run out of luck
I closed my ears not wanting to hear
Couldn't even shed a tear!

Would this thing be my demise
No information before my eyes
A condition so vague, misunderstood
And I'd just started motherhood

I went away with heavy heart
Not knowing where to start
What would happen - I shrug and sigh
And all the time I question -- Why?

I looked at my baby as she crawled on the floor
This life I'd created was beautiful and more
To her I was mum not some medical term
She needed a mother not one who's infirm

17 years gone like I'd flipped through the pages
Each chapter a joy, the years and ages
No time for myself it was all about her
My beautiful babe with long dark hair

Seventeen and just as sweet
The nicest kid you'd wish to meet
She's all mine and I'm so proud
I even tell her that out loud

This dark little place I go to think
How many years I've had in pink
Scleroderma lurks behind
I wish a cure they could find

My front is of humour how happy I look
But go back a few pages in my life's book
The wilderness years and, yes, I came through
And I can sit here and write this for you!

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