Guest guest Posted July 30, 2004 Report Share Posted July 30, 2004 Ann my husband wanted me to send this one to you. I promise I will stop now! LOL A Brother's Hope I hear the words you are trying to say, I don't understand, she's suppose to play! How can you say that this won't be, A child is suppose to be happy and free. Her legs will cramp and pain she will feel If I don't allow her to remain still? A shorten life will be her lot, Even more time cannot be bought? But she's my sister don't you see, She is suppose to play with me. Can't the doctors make her well, So we can run and play a spell? What is that, that I just felt, The same in life have I been dealt? What is this thing that causes strife, How do we live the Mitochondrial life? With pride, joy and strength you say, With our eyes looking for the cure someday. They say that Sissy and I are strong The wait for our cure mommy won't be long! D Ortiz Copyright ©2004 D Ortiz Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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