For Patrick Who in the 90's

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(Here is a poem that my 15 yr old daughter wrote last year for school about her little brother who has CF — Thomas Ryan)

    For Patrick who in the 90’s eyes shone clear, deep blue and unflickering. Powdery, ashy locks swept aside. Bubbling, tickling laughter spilling from baby teeth and tongue.

    For Patrick who in the 90’s lives with death, floating around on tainted cells. Under perfect ivory soap skin live poisoned genes.

    For Patrick who in the 90’s lives on roads paved in vials and bottles and medicine. Tiptoeing around boundaries. Watching through glass walls at what he can not do.

    We wear the armor of youth, but, mine is rusted.

    For Patrick who in the 90’s struggles forward while I, stagant, pray for cure.