I wrote this after speaking with a close friend that is suffering through cancer and it's treatments. I know unless I experience it, that I can not fathom what it is like, but I do know that I admire the inner strength one must have
Her Strength I Cannot Fathom
Oh sweet and appreciated sympathy
Are you so blind you can not see?
When enough is enough of all that's done
Do you and fate jest in some wicked fun?
She carries a burden of hefty weight
Invisible tarry affects her gait
On the ultimate parole of life or death
Never knowing how soon is her last breath
Did you intend to chase the butterflies away?
Take the brilliant sun from her promised day?
Oh just how wicked can you and fate be
Give lesser promises of her destiny
I would have thought she'd shown her strength's worth
When she became a Mother and gave birth
But seems you demand much more than this
Is there something we don't see, something amiss?
I pray you both will reassess your plights
And back pay all those days and nights
When strength was all she had to hold on to
And unnatural thoughts because of what you do
Oh sweet and appreciated sympathy
Are you so blind you can not see?
When enough is enough of all that's done
Do you and fate jest in some wicked fun?
(C) Copyright Kirk Thomas 2011.
Wow! Feelings through pen. Mmmmmmmmmmm
Beautiful tribute to the ravages of cancer treament...which I have witnessed some dear ones suffer.....
Compassion and hope in this wonderful poem. I admire this strength too.
a mother or grandmother poem. Interesting subject for a poem. appreciate the aging for time is not tarrying. There in not a moment to waste. Love is always here and now. A poet friend//RH Peat
All who have witnessed the ravages of cancer will appreciate the fine words and sentiment of this admirably crafted poem. Heart-touching.
very nice and sweet to write about this. sure no one can comprehend this painful situation.
Sweet words are like a honeycomb, soothing to the soul and healing to the bones. SEND IT TO HER! SHE NEEDS YOU. (that first bit was Bible, dont tell God I quote him, he thinks I forgot)
does seem like a game of juggling...on a tight rope of a thread.....over the grand canyon......scary all the while
Beautifully written...God help her to be strong each day!