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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

Date: 9/30/2009 12:43:00 PM

Sara, congrats on your success in the contest...Raul

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/28/2009 4:15:00 AM

Congratulations on your win in Sami's contest Sara. Love, Carol

Brandee Augustus

Date: 9/27/2009 3:56:00 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

Date: 9/27/2009 11:34:00 AM

The tragic subject of this piece is gripping. Congratulations on an emotional poem! Carrie

Jack Kenny

Date: 9/2/2009 4:55:00 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

Date: 9/2/2009 3:24:00 PM

sad one mom, get all the grief out on paper, it helps dontn it?

Moonbee Canady

Date: 9/1/2009 10:43:00 PM

A very tender poem dealing with harsh realities. MoonBee

Charlie Pelota

Date: 8/30/2009 4:03:00 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

Date: 8/30/2009 10:18:00 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

Date: 8/29/2009 4:40:00 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

Date: 8/29/2009 4:28:00 PM

This illness, that is so cruel.... how would one cope with being told? Hard to imagine.....

John Freeman

Date: 8/29/2009 4:13:00 PM

Very sad indeed, touches ones heart, Sincerely Moses