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To Talitha (Free verse) by amanda_dcosta

Unsteady head, With limbs weak. Though five, like a twelve month old. Brain damage Down's Syndrome with Cerebral palsy a vegetable some call her. Dumb, mute, with partial vision, yet struggling to live. Every breath a task. While I, healthy wealthy and ‘wise’ hardly wonders about life with not a care of who holds my life in His hands.

Ranger 20-Jul-06/1:28 PM
This has a good and worthy message within. I would change the last line to something more subtle. The whole poem is very direct; end it slightly less so. Also, the ending is sort of open - not quite a question, but wondering who it is that holds your life. Don't give us the answer so overtly.
I'm happy to say that I got this message long ago and have lived it ever since :-) On that note I'm going to catch up with Niphredil; you'll be happy to know she's still alive, despite everything going on in the Med.




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