I was only four when I met you.
Just a small little girl, doing what normal kids do.
But I was a little different, I did a little more.
Running to pee once, twice, three times, four
Drinking glass after glass of water, and asking for more.
My little tummy ached, not feeling quite right.
My throat and ear ached, I wanted to sleep day and night.
Mom and dad thought I was just getting sick,
But we would only know for certain when the doctor used his testing stick.
Swirling it around in the sample I’d just given,
The answer was there, you were no longer hidden.
That day changed me. Things were no longer the same.
There was something wrong, and we found out your name.
I’d learn how to take care of you, and try to keep you in line.
There was no cure. Forever, you’d be mine.
Cures have been promised, “It’s only ten years away!â€,
But here we are 22 years later, Still waiting for that day.
Great poem, Sarah, though as always I’m sorry it had to be written. Makes me feel like crying for that little girl and the tummy ache and not feeling well that she had to go through. Then there’s the automatic “ggrrrr”ing for those doctors who told you only “10 years away”… Anyhow. There’s my comment-rambling. Thanks for sharing your poetry!
Beautiful poem!!! I love your picture. happy diaversary!!!!
Nicely done, Sarah. Cute pic too.