Poems by
Rosa Velez
THE DOCTOR SAID My son... The doctor said you would not live past two years of age— three months old, thin, frail, living with this dis-ease. You—struggling fighting gasping for air.
Kids don’t live too long with this dis-ease. “I refuse to accept what you have to say!!” Then a part of me, for a moment, believed……. “My God this is real I’m going to lose my son.”
Me—struggling fighting wishing I didn’t care.
I decided to distance myself so when the moment came I would not feel any pain.
Your face, arms, limbs were so thin— your skin see-through, like the wind.
If I don’t show him love If I don’t love him with all my heart,
Doctor, doctor, what’s wrong with my son? Well, you know what it’s like with this disease. Maybe you should consider thinking about alternative arrangements, just in case.... Just in case of what???
It won’t be that bad, when the moment comes. And then out of nowhere – I looked at you, frail, paper thin. You looked at me and you smiled, You reached out to me, Your face lit up and so did I. It was then I realized my selfishness... For your will to live had brought me back.
