My Son My Hero

When you were born It was the best of days Such a small one Your life had begun in different ways There was something wrong We thought then And went to the doctors To put our doubts to end So the tests were made To put it all to rest Parents assured it would be alright Just a pinched nerve no big mess So we sat in the Hospital Speaking to a Neurologist then A tidy office on a cold day But we found it the beginning and not end Your son has cerebral palsy And it’s incurable I can’t tell how bad it will be Go home and do what you are able So we went home And told our crowd Tears and hugging For us were allowed The years have gone by And there have been ups and downs But one thing is known for certain It wasn’t his choice And we guide him where he’s bound. © Paul Warren Poetry