Hands that shake,
And limbs that sway.
Oh Lord, are You sure,
We'll make another day?
An intruder came....
As I slept one night.
M.S. invades....
It has no right!
It dulls our senses,
From movement to touch.
It drains our energy,
That we need so much.
It blinds our eyes,
And effects our ears.
We become a burden,
To those we hold dear.
A simple task....
Is no longer our own.
From carrying a dish,
To answering the phone.
Good days come....
How bright they do shine.
I try so very hard,
To make the most of mine!
My family is strong,
And share their strength with me.
I try to be strong,
But Lord, on bended knee.
A cure will come....
Research is on it's way.
So until it gets here,
I'll take it day by day.
So, if you see me coming,
And my gait doesn't seem just right.
I'm still the friend I always was,
M.S. didn't take ME that night!
September 10, 1991
From walking all day,
To sitting around,
From always on the go,
To being housebound.
From planning a future,
To dreading each day.
From being a doer,
To getting in the way.
No, these feelings aren't always,
The way that I feel.
I'm locked in this illness,
Against my own will!
I want to back time,
Where I led a good life,
When I was never alone,
A good mother and wife.
I resent the limits,
M.S. has laid down,
Bring back my smile,
Get rid of my frown!
October 28,1991
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