My heart was pricked; a short, sharp sting
My first-born, as I looked at him
Would not, in turn, behold my face
My gaze of love, he would not trace
It’s true, there was a heartfelt ache
This path of life I would now take
The ache did not, though, linger long
But late in time, return in song
The latter song of long lament
Came with fever, a nightmare sent
And seizures; vacant, empty gaze
Salivate, then sleep for days
Lamenting long, and spent of days
To fight for teaching, what a maze!
Some would try to empathise
But weary soon of compromise
And now the sting, it lingers on
As time now brings you, your fight song
A world not used to other wise
Lamenting sting now your sweet prize
4/12/2016