Friday, 24 April 2015

Undiagnosed

I have a son.
He can't walk.
And I don't know why.

He is five years old.
He can't sit up.
And I don't know why.

His name is Hugh.
He can't talk.
I don't know why.

His hair is dark.
He can't eat.
And I don't why.

His eyes are brown.
He can barely see.
And I don't know why.

He smiles a lot.
He forgets to breathe.
I don't know why.


Hugh is happy; he smiles and laughs all the time.  He loves being outside in the wind and listening to music and singing.  He likes little tastes of chocolate and he loves his big brother Sean.

He is profoundly disabled.

I don't know why.
The Doctors don't know why.

Hugh is undiagnosed.