My Son The Hero Poem by Paul Warren

When you were born
It was the best of days
Such a small one
Your life had begun in different ways

There was something wrong
We thought then
And went to the doctors
To put our doubts to end

So the tests were made
To put it all to rest
Parents assured it would be alright
Just a pinched nerve no big mess

So we sat in the Hospital
Speaking to a Neurologist then
A tidy office on a cold day
But we found it the beginning and not end

Your son has cerebral palsy
And it's incurable
I can't tell how bad it will be
Go home and do what you are able

So we went home
And told our crowd
Tears and hugging
For us were allowed

The years have gone by
And there have been ups and downs
But one thing is known for certain
It wasn't his choice
And we guide him where he's bound.

© Paul Warren Poetry