I Am So Sorry

When I see her angelic face I tear I know this is His will but I fear Eight years old she is you see Yet rett syndrome her vanquisher be Alas her each cry tears upon my heavy heart Somehow I recall how this all came to start Thankful I know I claim to be Yet did all this ever strike me? Her arms are feeble her head so weary Untold glee she laughs whe she sees me Silent tears fall as I reach out to touch And wipe away drool accumulating so much Faerie is what her sweet name means For unnamed cures through books I glean Yet I know that for my sister all time is lost For hers is this gift, this treasure she has got!