I am amazed by her
The pain she endures
The blood she sheds
The weakness she pushes through
The shakiness she handles with poise
The attacks on her endless good mood
Yet… she still whistles
The Doctor’s visits
The feelings of being different
The dangling tubes
The always watching what you eat
The highs, the lows
The feeling bad even more than you can explain
Yet… she still whistles
The finger pricks
The infusion sites
Being woken up to eat
Not being able to eat a snack
The smell of insulin
Needles, lots of needles
Yet… she still whistles
Day in and day out with no relief
A life that is different
Not always being able to do what others do
Having to go when she just wants to stay
Gallons of blood, one drop at a time
Yet… she still whistles
The sweetest sound I think have ever heard,
She whistles all the time,
You never have to guess when she feels good
She whistles all the time
You crawl in bed and let her stay up late
You fall to sleep; not to silence because
Yet… she still whistles
Tony Mask
