In Turner Syndrome I have found mixed blessings.
It stunts your growth; you hear midget from
Your classmates. Kindergarten can be scarring.
But with the bad, a turn for good has come.
It’s hard to wager when to tell, and who
To trust. I talk about it cautiously.
Will people understand or care to know
The truth about my life, or scoff at me?
I battle with this all the time and still
It never comes easier. But then
I call on those who sympathize. My friends
Who have TS. I think of summer when
We had just met. So clear the memories are:
It’s August, just got off my plane, enter
Sonnet 2
It’s August, just got off my plane, enter
The Colorado Rockies Mountain range.
I’m nervous meeting other girls with Turners
Like me. Not knowing any before, it’s strange.
My cabin has twelve girls in all. We laugh
At night ‘till one AM. By day we ride,
We swim, we climb, we sing, and even raft
Along the Colorado mountains’ side.
The days count down. We’ve had a week, no more.
The final farewell lurks heavier as time goes by.
We’ve all made friends, sisters, like none before.
Before us lies what we all hate: Good bye.
We know our secrets, know each other.
And all is thanks to what we cursed: Turners.
Sonnet 3
This all is thanks to what we cursed: Turners
A twist of fate I never could have seen
Before then I knew no one. There were no others.
The miracle that saved my life had been
A group of girls, and just like me, TS
Has touched their lives for worse and for better.
We come from all over, north, south, east and west.
We bond by going through it together.
If asked if I would wish away my curse,
Four years ago “In a heartbeat” I would
Have said. But now, not ever would I reverse.
Its gift, too big, too precious, and too good.
It’s part of me, with every thing it brings.
In Turner Syndrome I have found mixed blessings.