I don't want to think about it
The strain of being a parent
Of a handicapped son
I worry each day that he is alright
And that he will be happy in his life
What's going to happen to him
When I can't look after him anymore
But they say he will be OK
Can I trust what they say
For once a workmate said to me
You get too much given for him
He was jealous and didn't understand
What it all meant to me
I worry the world is not kindenough
And it keeps me awake through the tears.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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