Down Syndrome, Your Not Along

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.