Hepatoblastoma

There she sleeps so softly and pure.
Who could tell what she’s had to endure.
IVs and prodding, such pain beyond mention.
Yet her giggles come freely, beyond comprehension.

How can I let myself love her any more?
If she leaves me, it’s my life I’ll abhor.
Her fighting spirit keeps me content
And this is why I continually lament.

For her prognosis is good and our fears have subsided.
But the worrisome thoughts will never be slighted.
For now I will bask in her innocent ways,
and pray that she finds joy for endless days.

Hepatoblastoma

earnestlizard

Joined August 2008

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