Baby Poem

Baby With PKU A Genetic Disorder

A baby is born and too all appearances is perfect inside and out but the doctors say he is sick. His mother looks at her beautiful son, and says life is short, we will fight this disease and enjoy the time that we have.

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This poem is absolutely beautiful. Very touching. I think this mother is courageous.

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Published: February 2006

At the tender age of three weeks,
the doctor said I'm sorry to say he's not right
he's got a genetic disorder. He said.
Phenylketonuria, was the name of my plight.
Not another sound did I hear,
save for your breathing, my babe, playing softly against my heartbeat,
pounding in my ears.
My vision blurred madly behind my tears.
How could this be? I asked of myself.
You're perfect, in every way. Two beautiful eyes, ten fingers, ten toes,
one nose!
How dare the doc say there is something wrong with my son.
How dare he say nothing can be done!
He's a quack, and that's a fact.
So, don't you fear my little dear.
Mommy's here, and we shall overcome this disorder, this pku.
We shall fight it together, my son, me and you.
The two of us, as a family.
Now, lets go home and have some fun,
life is too short, so let's enjoy it, little one.

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  • by Andrew Hansen
  • 5 months ago

This poem is absolutely beautiful. Very touching. I think this mother is courageous.

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