Angelman's Syndrome - Poem by Alan Hodgson
Across a sunlit summer’s lawn came a happy, laughing child;
Hair tousled, face wreathed in smiles,
blue eyes shining with true simplicity.
Together they watched her awkward gait, her protruding jaw and lips;
they compared notes on her behaviour
and yesterday’s strong epileptic fit.
Angelman sighed as he pocketed his pen, observing to the nurse:
“You see how one abnormal chromosome
can cause such awful blight”
The child came jerkily up to them, still smiling, but bereft of speech.
A tear manifested itself in the Doctor’s eye
as the happy puppet began to laugh uncontrollably.
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