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
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2023
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