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Dedicated to my son, my heart, my Kyle


As infant, he was a smile and precious dimples
  who had experienced no day or night simple.
He constantly battled while growing in the womb
  in order to cease death's increasing threat of doom.
He battled inside the special care nursery
  where I garnered my first Motherhood memory.

As toddler, he battled space to allow his place
  because balance had not been granted by the fates.
So, too, he fought to finally stand up and walk.
He would fall, stand to retry, no matter who gawked.
He struggled to button, tie, open, close and zip
  as fine motor skill challenges were a rough trip. 

He will never, ever read, the teachers all said,
  no matter that he piles books around him in bed.
Each night after dinner, he studied to the brim
  with me who had learned how to teach reading to him.
Then seizures came and took what he had learned away.
School-bullies learned how to make him seizure each day.

Neurologist failed with this med and then tried that.
All had side effects that were hellish living facts.
Once in his bed, he was spinning, holding my hand
  and my tears began to fall despite my command.
"Mama, all our days, Mother and Son love will stand 
  so, please don't cry, God has a perfect seizure plan.”

After a two year fight, the scary seizures stopped.
Since, his gross and fine motor skills have soared and popped.
His reading skills improved, increased and success locked.
Now, as adult, his dimples and smile remain hot.
My precious, brave son lives life with all he has got.
To me, my son’s steady courage has always rocked.




... CayCay Jennings
December 19, 2016

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