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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.

amanda_dcosta 21-Jul-06/4:22 AM
maybe my second last line should read

'of the one who holds
my life in His hands.'




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