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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.

creepshow 27-Jul-06/12:11 PM
I thought the flow of the poem was great, natural and reflective.




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