Fog. Fog That is what I remember Fog. It was actually snowing when he was born But I remember fog. Our hopes and dreams shattered Normal family life lost In that fog.

The next 6 months So many questions but no answers In that fog. Appointment after appointment but nothing was clear Just fog. Prying, nosiness, tests, who was to blame? No help but fog.

Three years later the fog turned to mist But still no-one explained Guilt. Negligence. Results. Out they all came Even then, it was not clear Mist.

Who could help? Who knew what to do? Who could help guide us? The mist was still too thick for us to think properly.

Eventually, the mist dispersed Now glimmers of sunshine. We have worked it out for ourselves We still have to fight We have found the strength to carry on. What a long journey What a difference some help would have made.