This is a palindrome. The longest one I ever attempted.
Sick Child Blues
Missing you
through the long night,
my hand caressing
our fevered child.
My heart spasms
with each wrenching cough.
My spirit sighs
through frequent nose-bleeds.
Impotence immerses me
in a fog of futility.
All I can do --
I watch and pray,
holding her hand
through the long night,
missing you.
Missing you
through the long night,
holding her hand.
I watch and pray --
all I can do.
In a fog of futility,
impotence immerses me.
Through frequent nose-bleeds,
my spirit sighs --
with each wrenching cough,
my heart spasms.
Our fevered child,
my hand caressing
through the long night --
missing you.
Oh the strength you two must have, Dalla, as God only gives these angels to those who possess great inner reserves. Incredible write. Thank you for sharing this gift of frailty, humanity and hope. She lives! What a blessing...
Words fail - except, I'm sorry. But just read your note to Karen, and hope blooms - what a gracious God we serve. Congratulations to your little dynamo, give her a (((HUG))) from me!!
Karen, this was written in 1999, when we almost lost one of our twins. She had Leukemia three times, and two bone marrow transplants. We almost lost her in 1999. She is now 9 years out of transplant, and will be starting as a Junior in College in the fall. She's no longer identical with her sister, since The Total Body Irradiation, but after three years of daily growth hormone injections, she's up to five feet tall, and a little dynamo. She's a tribute to tenactity!
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Ron