Paper streamers wrapped around a dress of lace and frills,
The Birthday girl alight with smiles, blowing candles, acting thrilled,
Who would have thought that little girl would end up taking pills?
As addiction wiped laughter away, no happiness, just cheap thrills?
A sea of shining paper, illuminating white washed walls,
As a little boy of five of six raced around the party hall,
Screaming through his joyful tears, only concerned with playing football,
But ten years down this narrow road, the stars predict his fall.
As new life enters such cruel residence, what makes them stronger?
The option just doesn't make sense, won't be alive for much longer,
With such a weakened defense, but their families still love them,
They still allow a short life to commence.
How would it feel, to hold something so frail in your hands?
Clinging to a thread that was slipping away where would it land?
How could any of us even begin to try and understand?
Coping with situations for which we just hadn't planned.
Terminal illness, lay dormant on the cards,
But when baby entered existance, it was clear from the start,
That something wasn't quite right, and the choice was so hard,
To face facts, or let go, let them live on in your heart.
You couldn't live with yourself, if you failed them without time,
As months passed and faded, the tumour may resign,
And the hope that possessed you is leaving the post it assigned,
As you stare at a face so oblivious to the fate its defined.
Ten years forward, and she's already closing her eyes,
Ready to pursue the next level, ready to leave you behind,
It was explained so long ago, it was only a matter of time,
But at the end of all this, you wonder if you had been blind?
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