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neither Mommy nor I knew

I mean after all who could have known

and 'All The While Wendy' goes on with her daily routines

just as before

the fear of the for boding future that the rest of us

can see does not seem to be making her mentally poor

but Mommy and I diminish just a little more with each

silently exchanged glance

yet we know we have to listen to what the doctors say

and give their therapies a working chance

but all too soon a part of her will not be with us and

I'm not so certain how each of us will privately cope

for her sake (and perhaps my own) I try to keep up the

constant facade

even as I feel the pull within asking me not to lose

sight of the presence of hope

Better is only another wishful word

but perhaps its very sound upon my dry lips can breath

life into our shuddering reality but only if each our

unspoken prayers are sympathetically met

GOD, guide us through this undergrowth of fear and lead

us confidently unto the light of your awaiting grace

amen................

( written April 15,1993 pm)