My friend encouraged me to try my hand at poetry , which is something that I have not done since I was at school. So I had a go and this is the result:

Diagnosis

Your baby has brain damage,

Most of his brain is dead.

He might not see, hear, walk or talk,

Now off you go and take him home.

 

Feeling numb, we could not take the news in.

All our hopes and dreams came crashing down :

This baby will never drive, will never leave home.

This baby will need constant care.

 

This baby will never grow up,

Your teenaged son will need feeding and changing.

Just when you thought that was enough,

He will probably develop fits too.

 

His fits will send him flying across the room,

He will come crashing down onto the floor.

He will be scarred from the impact and

They will take away his voice.

 

Your baby has brain damage,

Most of his brain is dead.

He cannot read or write

Or keep himself safe and clean.

 

But despite all this bad news,

He has a smile that melts hearts

And a twinkle in his eye.

He is full of love and fun.

 

He does not wallow in his pain,

Never feeling sorry for himself.

He lives for the moment and

Makes the most of every day.

 

Still after all his setbacks in life,

He gets knocked down, just gets back up again.

He cannot be beaten as

He has such a strong spirit,

 

Our baby has brain damage,

Most of his brain is dead.

But his heart is big and

His smile is wide.

 

Our baby has brain damage,

Most of his brain is dead.

But with what brainpower he has,

He could teach the world a lesson.