The air of life of which I breathe
comes down upon me
as soft green leaves
to beckon me my words my gift
to settle my soul bereft
as bitter salt
doth sift
through each pore each cell
within my being
crying out why
why I see
she was born perfect as
the newest of snow
she was born of my self
born of my soul
but he sought her out one day
came down upon her
has kept her nay
has kept her within each
labored breath
has made of her short life
a life long test
she endures each painful trial
he passes her through
smiling of it all
as flowers do
there is always tomorrow
a new better day
though she knows his eyes
discovers his ways
my words tell me what I should know
she was born perfect
as the purest snow
she was born of my self
born of my soul
though why he chose her
I will never know
© January 2017 Renee Espriu
File Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
My oldest daughter was diagnosed at the age of 23yrs with Lupus, an autoimmune disorder for which there is no cure. It took ten years to diagnose and now at the young age of forty she has once again to overcome more new diagnoses of which, all but one, are more than likely due to her Lupus. Lupus is the Latin word for wolf, which was given for a name to this disease, due to some of the ways in which it presents itself when on the skin. I have come to think of this disease as one of predator and one which my daughter has spent a lifetime in battle with. She is strong, positive and always optimistic about each day. One of the angels I always say that walks among us.
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