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Untitled poem, by Cormac aged 13

This poem was a shortlisted entry in Epilepsy Today's first-ever festive poetry contest: Outside the lines.

This is a poem written by my 13-year-old son, Cormac.  It has been a very difficult year for Cormac with his epilepsy. He has spent quite some time in hospital.  But he never ever falters or gives up hope.  He is an inspiration to others.  He makes it his job to be.


I am in my ward
Praying to the Lord

To get rid of epilepsy worries
I could hear some scurries

As I cry, my mum gives a sigh
“Hopefully soon we’ll fly high!”

My brother approaches and then my sister
As I whimper

I am taken blood
As the tube starts to flood

I want to get out so that I could shout

My dream came true
It came out of the blue

And that’s the rhyme
Of my busy time

Untitled poem, by Cormac aged 13
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