Jasper, Alabama U.S.A.
She worries too much.
I don't understand why.
I tell her repeatedly
That I'll be all right.
But she still worries.
After almost five years
She still checks on me
I the middle of the night
while I'm sound asleep.
I've seen her cry so many times,
Blaming herself for my "disease".
All I can say is "Momma, it's not your fault".
I try to explain to her
That she did nothing wrong.
I've battled with it for
almost five long years.
I accepted it from the first day
In which I was diagnosed.
But she still worries,
And she still blames herself.
I often wonder if her tears
Will ever quit falling.
If one day she'll realize there was
Nothing she could've done to prevent it.
I've told her that God wouldn't have
Put it upon me, if he didn't think
I could handle it.
I just wonder if He ever thought
about her being able to handle it.
***On January 10, 1995 (my 11th birthday) I was dagnosed with diabetes. I wrote this because of my mother. She seems to take it worse than I do. It doesn't bother me, except for the fact that she blames herself for it.
If time cannot heal your pain, you can always cry on my shoulder. ~Jenn~
[This message has been edited by Lynn (edited 12-02-1999).]