I overheard a conversation,
the turns it took silenced me.
A mother talking to her child,
trying to make her see.
Why does she get the things she does?,
pleaded the innocent child.
She sought an answer,
and one more than just 'because'.
The mother sternly spelled it out,
the trials the other faces.
How she can't do many things,
how she cannot go many places.
The conversation quickly turned,
to a reality as I let out a heavy sigh.
The mother with a chill in her voice,
said SMA will make her die.
The child stood erect and tall,
her eyes fixed and steady.
The mother ask for understanding,
the child answered when ready.
The child's voice spoke with a quiver,
her hair was all a mess.
And with the innocence a little shattered,
she answered with a 'yes".
the turns it took silenced me.
A mother talking to her child,
trying to make her see.
Why does she get the things she does?,
pleaded the innocent child.
She sought an answer,
and one more than just 'because'.
The mother sternly spelled it out,
the trials the other faces.
How she can't do many things,
how she cannot go many places.
The conversation quickly turned,
to a reality as I let out a heavy sigh.
The mother with a chill in her voice,
said SMA will make her die.
The child stood erect and tall,
her eyes fixed and steady.
The mother ask for understanding,
the child answered when ready.
The child's voice spoke with a quiver,
her hair was all a mess.
And with the innocence a little shattered,
she answered with a 'yes".
