She denied when first informed.
When she heard the girl was sick ~ and always would be.
“Not my daughter.”
“She’s brilliant. We prize that.”
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She raged as illness unfolded.
Living the day-in, the day-out, fearing dreams would never come about.
“This is not our life!”
She had such plans. She cherished them. She clung.
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She trembled when the crazy bubbled up.
When her fear, fueled by helplessness, boiled on over with it.
She’d always had control.
That’s how she lived. She controlled.
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She prayed when hope refused to settle in.
When getting through a day sans crisis was success.
“God can do miracles.”
“We need one. I’ll do whatever it takes.” She begged.
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She mourned as miracles failed to manifest.
When she knew the girl was sick and always would be.
When she knew her mind was truly ill.
She, they, so prized it.
…time…
She loved when they spent time together.
When the girl chose to live and she chose to live beside her.
When she knew their plans had changed, but that the change was right and good.
They would move on. They would be well.
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And now.
They rejoice.
She is ill, but lives, stays, well.
Lives, loves, learns. Well.
And ~ blessed be ~ brilliance, bravery, beauty ~ accompany.
They, too, are here to stay.
