I look upon my Nanna's shallow form,
Her sunken eyes show an unending storm.
Tubes stuck in her arms, neck and belly,
She strains her eyes to watch the telly.
To breathe for her is a machine,
I know to see me she is keen.
Ulcers in her stomach lining,
Bleeding skin covered in binding.
She's had fifteen heart attacks in a week,
It's no wonder she cannot even speak.
I put on a plastic gown,
And go to her, not wanting to frown.
She smiles at me; trying not to cry,
I beam back, hoping she won't die.
Hope your Nanna will recover very soon. A very touching poem. A good write. Smile.
It's a beautiful smile, it was like a trapped bird wanna be free and fly, fly to say to you don't don't be worry about me, Allah with me :) If God's willing she's gonna be okay soon to keep up the promise to make you smile :)
Beautiful poem, Lenore. Your nanny must be proud of you. I hope she will recover to enough of health to be able to read or hear more of your poems. She and your family are in my prayers. Lots of strength for all of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice flow - very descriptive