Our diagnosis

Anger, so much anger
Blast of a new world.

Cheated, we were cheated
Dangerously torn.

Evil, this is evil
Frozen there we stood
Ground fading under our feet
Having heard what it was.

I cried and cried my eyes out
Jolly folks we were, not
Knowing what it was
Later we were told.

Manage, try your best
Now you cannot cure.

Our lives are now so different
Pretending all is good.

Quakes is our souls
Restlessy adjusting
Sugars, shots and finger pricks.

Try and try and try.

Ups and downs
Vary the therapy
What does it feel? He's only two.
X, cross, bad.

Yes, we know...three...two...one...
Zero...go!

Now I know my ABC's
Next time won't you sing with me.

Thank you so much fro sharing this poem, Sunflower. Looks like diabetes is a relatively new addition to your family. The feelings mellow with time :) Emily