Through a mothers eyes...

So as the title suggests this post is through my mums eyes..what follows is a poem she wrote a few days after i was diagnosed so almost 25 years ago, she has kept this aging piece of paper in a folder locked away...untill now

My Prayer!

Oh god in heaven, what am i to do?

Please! dont take my baby, im begging of you

Save her the suffering and pain ahead

Leave her alone, take me instead

Kerry my darlin' whats happening to you

God name your price I'll bargain with you

If you really are out there, prove it to me

stop all this pain and misery

How can you allow her to suffer this way

Only to take her away some day

From me her mother, her next of kin

What did i do? did i sin?

If you feel i should suffer in some way

Then fair enough i will pay

But not like this, thats not right

To make me face the unbeatable fight

The daily treatment, the drugs the tests

The constant worry the lack of rest

Its all to hard for us to bear

prove to me you really care

Find  a treatment, make it alright

Tell me a cure is in sight

Im sorry if asking for help is wrong

but if your going to help, don't leave it to long 

time isn't something we cam spare

Please god in heaven hear my prayer!

Spoken from the heart of a young women diagnosed with a terminally sick child, a women who was younger than i am now when she was told this news, from a women who is my hero, my strength, my mentor, my friend...my mother! <3