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If I Can't Talk, Am I Still Here

Jean E. Miller for Kelly E. Miller, HD victim
30 May 1996


I was a magical weaver

of dreams, a solid and steady friend
For hours and hours
at a time, we talked

as if time would never end.
You always valued my opinions,

often we'd open up

and pour out our hearts,
time was an endless millennium,

always difficult when we had to part.
Then, slowly, this disease

robbed me of my ability

to communicate well.
Does that mean that

deep within me,there are

no dreams left to tell?
Why is it God,
I ask in my heart,

as someone so very ill

that most people so deeply fear this?


Have they forgotten the magic I instilled?

Although Huntington's

has taken my health,

and maybe it's stolen some dreams
it is, oh, so very
much worse.

Dear Lord, it's taking my self-esteem.
Because of this,
I must ask

"If I can't talk, am I really here?"
Please, come take
my hand,there really

isn't anything to fear.
And now, yes now
more than ever,

does my very soul cry out for you
to come sit by my side

and speak of times,

when we were the

best of friends.