A Mother's Prayer

Oh dear Lord please
    hear my plea.
Heal our baby
    and set him free.

He does the shakes,
    shimmers and twist.
But all the doctors just
    call them tics.

His head jerks one way,
    his shoulders another.
At first his eyes blinked
    but there were others.

He took all the meds
    and suffered in school.
His friends looked at him
    and said “You’re not cool.”

His self esteem was gone
    and he became depressed.
How were we to know
    never the less.

He followed the directions
    and done what was told.
It’s like something came along
    and took hold of his soul.

“Let’s give him more meds”
    was all they could say
We just stood and stared
    as they walked away.

He became a different person
    as a matter of fact.
With all these meds
    it put him off track.

He fought with his brothers
    and had mean out bursts.
They said “He’d get better”
    but he only got worse.

He loved to run and play
    but his tics took control.
It’s like he wanted to curl up
    and hide in a hole.

“Let’s try more meds”
    is all they could say.
Why not try something different
    and throw them away.

These people don’t know Tourettes
    we think this is odd.
Why not turn him over
    and give him to God?

Oh dear Lord please
    hear my plea.
Heal our baby
    and set him free.

                         Author - Dorene Carse

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