My life is in turmoil I don't know what to do
this thing that has happened I can't believe it's true.
The child I gave birth to is tenacious and tough
he clings to this life, though the going is rough.
He is so very tiny and fragile as glass,
if he stays in this world his illness won't pass.
The Doctors can't help him although they all try,
and my hope it gets dimmer as the time passes by.
I don't want to lose him, I've given him my heart,
but if he's to move onwards, then we must part.
I can't bear the pain, the hurt that's inside me,
but I'll make it through, with friends and family beside me.
Written for Wendy Piper by Rona Griffiths (1992)