I just felt the need to sit down one night and write this from my heart:
This Mother's Life
It preys upon the innocent
Without a single clue
An unwanted future plan
Is waiting just for you
The primal fear of this mother's life
Is the loss of her precious son
The inability to make it right
And the fear of coming undone
This is a child, a child that is born
Experiencing normal things
Walking, running, goofing around
Climbing and swinging on swings
Then devastating muscle loss
Slows them down a bit
Instead of walking in the park
They'd stop and rather sit
Eventually the "trip and fall"
Brings bruises to their knees
For having the ability to walk
Was nothing but a tease
Finally, weakness sets in
Mobility becomes a must
His little legs have given out
His wheelchair will he trust
This mother screams a cry for help
For time is ticking by
His health will fail substantially
Without a cure, he'll die
I cling to hope so tightly
It cannot be the end
Desperation overcomes me
I'll lose my little best friend
Please fund this cause fully
I cannot lose my son
Please make a cure reality
His life has just begun.....