whether your child is four, fourteen, twenty four or more ...
comforting their pain never changes.
White knuckles entwined ...
as you beg 'breathe - slowly' ...
as the lumbar needle probes ...
as the clear fluid drips ...
as your heart breaks ...
pleading from your soul for the agony to stop ...
for your child to be well again.
The surge of pure love you felt that first moment you held your child ...
remains forever ... never changes!
