Sitting with you
Watching you, helpless;
Sleep is engulfing you
What more can I do, helpless?
Mum and you did everything for me
When I was helpless;
You always gave the right words
When everyone else gave the wrong.
Here with you, in fear for you
Whatever can I do for you.
You did so much for me
Now I'm helpless.
I really should have brought you cheer
Instead my gift for you is tears;
Al least your closed eyes cannot see
That I am helpless.
It used to be you tucking me up in bed
Now nurses tuck you up instead;
White hospital pillows beneath your head..
Try to sleep peacefully.
I hope that happy memories
Are filling your dreams
Then surely things won't be quite
As bad as they seem.
Still you are cut from me
By those locked eyelids.
Please wake and smile at me!
Let's pretend that things are
Just as they used to be,
Before that stealthy coma captured you
And your shuttered lids kept us parted.
I agree with Dave and Eric, a wonderful poem. If you have some time, read Wendy Thopliss works. She is also from the united kingdom and a very good poet. She is a wonderful person to get to know.
This one leaves my heart throbbing with compassion. Sad poem, but good write nonetheless!
Very touching poem. A strong image of a mother and her child together yet apart. I am reminded of sitting between the walls of a house while the spirit keeps travelling abroad. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem with us.
Final moments is a heart-touching poem. When I read this poem, I felt the imagery of death. There is a positive note in the poem towards the end of the poem where the poetess says Let us pretend.............
Such a beautiful poem. My heart was with you from the begining to the very end of each verse. Lovely write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your presence, your gift... letting go with love, love will always remain!