As many of you know, my daughter has Bi Polar Disorder. She has a fairly rare form of this chemical imbalance. She was born with symptoms of Bipolar 1. We have had such a long road to get to a healthy place with her. Bi Polar is not curable, but it is controllable, and Janie does a wonderful job of keeping herself healthy. When I am feeling weak or scared, I remember what Janie has to do every single day of her life to be strong. I wrote this in honor of my oldest, my baby girl, my beautiful daughter.
And God Rained Down Blessings Upon Her
Nine months of round growth
Twenty-one hours of anguish
The dam burst forth in blood and sweat
And she held the wrinkled, pink, perfect being in her arms
As a flood of joy washed over her.
One became two,
And the tiny steps moved farther and farther away
Into independence.
The wind touseld the golden curls
As the child expanded her soul
And contentment blew into her mother heart.
Then the dark clouds formed overhead.
The voices full of thunder.
The eyes flashing with the lightening of freedom.
Four years of prayers shouted silently.
Please, let the storm pass.
And it did.
The sun shone on days of friendship
And the flood of life broke through once more.
The joy, contentment, fear
Turned to hope as she saw the light of a bright future
In her grandchild's eyes.
Through the flood of memories
Through the too swift winds of youth
Through the torrent of anguish
She stood strong.
She stood faithful.
And she stood loving.
And God rained down blessings upon her.