Nuance/pessimism/optimism

 nuance trumps optimism
until I pick myself up from the picnic blanket
and say good-bye to my son,
the one I love so dearly, but who delivers
the reality, that Owen may not make it,
that he has to get off nitric oxide, that 
he has to reduce oxygen, that he needs to 
get off all these medications, and that even 
it he goes home, we don't know if he will outgrow
the hypertension.
so.
I still keep hoping and praying,
I am Owen's grandmother and that is my job
to never give up hope, until or if 
there is no choice.