Picture now, if you will,

a girl sat on a plastic chair;

Some flowers on the windowsill,

her mother, frightened, lying there.

Mother and father worked so hard

to raise their daughters every day,

and now it seems that life’s reward

is their retirement, snatched away.

In hospital there’s nothing subtle:

Lights so harsh on gleaming metal;

The monitors that beep and hum;

The tubes connecting them to mum…

The pins that reinforce her spine

are causing pain; oh make it mine!

I’ll sit and wait for her to rise

and show me somewhat brighter eyes.

We’ve all been hoping for the best

our fingers crossed for life’s big test;

we won’t rely on lucky pennies,

but know how vital all our love is.

Four leaf clover, rainbow treasure;

a family’s love is without measure

so here’s a wish from me to you:

Together, we can make it through.