This poem is about my beloved sister Helen, she has always been a very special woman, and to see her now has been for me heartbreaking, but so much worse for her children. God bless them both.
Palliative care’s what they call it,
No food and no fluids at all,
Just morphine to help with her suffering,
And make sure she’s comfortable.
There’s no more they can do, and they know it,
She’s far, far too close to the end,
So we all sit round her bedside and watch her,
Knowing we’ll never see her again.
And we speculate that she can hear us,
Because she flickers her eyes when we speak,
And though she can’t answer our questions,
Her eyes move and she fidgets her feet.
As though she’s trying her best to talk to us,
But sadly cannot form the words,
And the sadness we feel is unbearable,
Though I suspect not as unbearable as hers.
And we try to stay strong for each other,
Determined not to break down and cry,
Wishing her suffering was over,
Yet not wanting our loved one to die.
Though each of us know that it’s coming,
We put on a brave face and we laugh,
At some hilarious mishap or story,
That she’d regaled us all with, in the past.
It’s all we have left now for comfort,
Since time’s turned from friend into foe,
And she would not want us weeping great buckets of tears,
At her bedside, as everyone knows.
So the crying must wait for moment,
Let laughter be the last thing she hears,
Let her see the affection displayed in our smiles,
There’ll be time when she’s gone for our tears.
So for now let us all stand together,
The friends and family she so richly deserves,
Because I’m sure you’d attest, that each of us are blessed,
To have known such a person as her.
For the mould she came out of was broken,
With so few of her kind being made,
With her tough shell concealing the gentlest of hearts,
Ever to be put on display.
Her courage and humour are boundless,
Her loyalty, second to none,
She’s a fighter who’ll fight to her very last breath,
Though we know that her fight can’t be won.
When she does go, I hope that it’s quickly,
Though the bitterest of pills it will be,
Her palliative care will be over,
And the tears we hold back can flow free.
Steve this one is so beautiful and this is one you should put in your book please as a tribute to your sister and your love for her.My mum was in palliative care too so I can relate to your heartache.As you know I do believe in heaven ,your sister will be there with your dear mother and you will all meet up again one day.Stay strong,it hurts to lose a loved one,I miss my mum every day but we have to go on living as that is what our loved ones would want us to do.Your sister would have treasured your beautiful poem and my guess is she knew your heart very well,she is there in your heart forever.Hugs to you my dear friend. Love to you and to all your family from Kay.
You touched my heart with this one. So clear and so beautifully written that we all feel we know Helen and what she is going through. This one is classic and I hope it will be part of her legacy, at least for your family, and, perhaps for other families in the same situation, as well.
You have expressed the whole scene so well. I was Caregiver for a lady for 11 years and could see it all happening again. Sadly enjoyed. Nicely written.
Like Jerry said, this is special and heartbreaking at the same time. Because I can relate to this with my own experiences in dealing with loved ones dying, it was actually hard for me to read it at times, as my own memories came rushing back.
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