The diagnosis was delivered, the battle lines drawn,
The equipment is issued, the war is now on.
We don’t know a thing about this unspoken foe,
It’s a serious matter, that’s all that we know.
We’ll study and research, we’re determined to win,
This enemy is evil, no soul lives within.
The doctors and nurses help us in our strife,
We search for an answer, can they save his young life?
We do all that we can and will follow the rules,
There is so much to learn, do we have the right tools?
I feel lost in the moment, what to do, questions why,
I’m so very afraid, so numb I can’t cry.
My brave little boy, he has not a clue,
How do I tell him, what will he do?
For the moment I stop and put my worries aside,
He’s safe in my arms, and here’s where I’ll hide.
I watch and I worry, all the time, everyday,
As hard as I pray, 'D' won’t go away.
My baby’s so brave, I wish I could be,
My thoughts are held hostage by this enemy 'D'.
It’s hard not to worry, I question everything,
Counting carbs and measuring insulin is my daily routine.
I’ve forgotten silly worries before 'D' entered our life,
I’ve forgotten my plans, how to sleep through the night.
As time marches on and my baby has grown,
With the help of 'D' chat friends I’m never alone.
We chat and we laugh and we share a few tears,
They’re my friends in this battle, till 'D' disappears.
Gary
2000
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