Why? A Mother’s Plea Against Diabetes
Diabetes has no mercy for that I know for sure,
It invaded my son’s body, will there ever be a cure?
IT will not give a reason for why IT’s came to stay,
IT’s taken my sons innocence the only thing IT preys.
I don’t know why IT’s came here and why IT chose my son,
I ask god why he did this, Diabetes isn’t fun!
One November night IT took his body
It was the beginning of our strife
IT never shows compassion
Diabetes is our life.
IT never comes to surface
Until it is too late
So finger pricks are needed
To ensure we win the race.
I creep into his room at night
His meter is at the ready
He’s my perfect little soldier boy
Are his bloods sugars now unsteady?
His results decide my future
On whether I’ll slumber tonight
A bad result’s a certainty
That I won’t sleep till it’s light.
2 years feels like a lifetime
When diabetes rules your day
Our god is known as insulin
And to Insulin I pray.
Please insulin! Please help us and let him win the fight
I promise, I will watch him throughout the day and night.
I know he’ll never understand how normal children live
His readings are essential
And the readings I will give
Just promise you’ll protect him from the Satan that he knows
Diabetes is the devil that weeps out through his pores.
I cry, I scream and beg that his sentence is undone
Please god, please change your verdict
Please punish me NOT Harrison.
But my pleas are never answered and Diabetes remains the fear
My precious son I hold him tight, because he’s everything so dear
Diabetes will not rule us. We’ll fight IT all the way
As a mother I’ll protect him until my dying day!
By
Simone Stewart
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