There's something up in his brain
It's not letting him stay
He's not going insane
Just being a victim of prey

Taking off-side his retina
They cut his hair off for a splatula
The sweetest boy of five
Who had readily to thrive

Graduating to first grade
Happiness did not last - and bade
In two months there came a blow
In the form of a malignant grow

Paralyzed him from hips below
****** out his willingness to play
Losing weight, no strength in tow
Dreading the last breath every day

He doesn't know what struck him now
Except that his mother's eyes are broken somehow