Sara Kendrick Poet Pantoum

Untreatable and Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree

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Raul Moreno September 30, 2009 at 12:43 PM Sara, congrats on your success in the contest...Raul

Carol Sunshine Brown September 28, 2009 at 4:15 AM Congratulations on your win in Sami's contest Sara. Love, Carol

Brandee Augustus September 27, 2009 at 3:56 PM Wow! It is very sad to be so young and have to deal with something so heavy and tragic. I definitely different emotions in the few lines that you wrote here. Congratulations on your win in Sami's contest!

Carrie Richards September 27, 2009 at 11:34 AM The tragic subject of this piece is gripping. Congratulations on an emotional poem! Carrie

Jack Kenny September 2, 2009 at 4:55 PM Wow, very touching. Should have read prior, but don't often go on line. Keep up the writing, please. Thanks, Jack Kenny

Doris Culverhouse September 2, 2009 at 3:24 PM sad one mom, get all the grief out on paper, it helps dontn it?

Moonbee Canady September 1, 2009 at 10:43 PM A very tender poem dealing with harsh realities. MoonBee

Charlie Pelota August 30, 2009 at 4:03 PM Being relatively new to writing poetry I am not familiar with this style I read the definition and think it might be hard to master--although you seem to handle it well Enjoyed broadening my horizons Charlie

Charles Gillihan August 30, 2009 at 10:18 AM Hi Sara, It's scary to be a child and be sick. When I was six I was put in a TB sanitarium for a year. Your poem is powerful, and it is obvious that you are a kind and caring person. This shows in your poetry and encouragement to others. I put the poem in this morning in the hope that in the midst of all the poems about angst, misery, and depression(including mine) that we can still laugh. By the way, when someone posts a comment is there a way to write back rather than thru a poem?

Joyce Johnson August 29, 2009 at 4:40 PM Dear Sue. I was surprised to find this here. I hope you are not the thirteen year old. I lost an 11 year old granddaughter to this disease. My daughter married a boy who had inherited it and their child had the juvenile version and was diagnosed at 7 years. I have prayed that a cure would be found although it has run its course in this family Her Daddy died with the adult form. Thank you for your nice comments. Love, Joyce

Carrie Richards August 29, 2009 at 4:28 PM This illness, that is so cruel.... how would one cope with being told? Hard to imagine.....

John Freeman August 29, 2009 at 4:13 PM Very sad indeed, touches ones heart, Sincerely Moses