I sit in the darkness looking through my window of pain
wet cold night the winds swirling rain, intensify my strain
Doctor’s descriptive babble of genetic congenital squabble
Mother’s un-productive zone, my child has Down Syndrome
Counseling then coaching connections, hidden confessions
what are the resources of regret, who decides human defect
These are my transitional therapies, sorrow! is apart of finality
but I shall rally in totality! to this abnormality, that’s my reality.