My child is ill
My child is ill
and I feel the chill
every mother's fears
holding back tears
biopsies were taken
they must be mistaken
wear a mask of serenity
speak with amenity
so pale and drawn
not since she was born
imagination runs wild
with anxiety for my child
hidden panic flows in veins
her battle, unspecified pains
my child is ill
I feel the chill
I cannot see
as my tears flow free
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kippenvelgedicht Killea ! ik hoop uit de grond van mijn hart dat dit niet autobio is !
killea: thank you so much for your kind words Silvia, unfortunately it is autobio - just waiting for results now when she gets home from the clinic. Hoping it will be simply treatable.
Hartbrekend, Killea, vooral de zin : 'My child is ill', zo eenvoudig maar zo beladen.
killea: thank you Christine, yes it is a simple statement, but I am so scared as I await the results as you can imagine
heartbreaking poem June,
wish you much strenght...
killea: many thanks Jan
Ik volg Silvia helemaal.
killea: Many thanks Tessy
great poem June ....may all of your fears be undone and changed into hope... from an equally caring father
killea: Thank you so much Raul, we have now learned it is Crohn's Disease, which is not good, but it could have been worse.
Motherlove is pure
killea: Indeed it is Willy, thank you
that's bad news, also my strenght and i hope also too it is fals alarm
killea: thank you sweetheart, appreciate your kind wishes
I wish you and your daughter all the courage you need June.
killea: Thank you so much Greta, it will all come good
Hou je sterk killea, het kan allemaal goedkomen maar niet weten wat, is soms veel erger om dragen. Ik duim heel erg voor jullie, mooi geschreven- raak.
killea: many thanks lovely anne