My chest swells with immense pride
As she walks to me , my blushing bride.
Very soon she is a doting mother
Then her headaches begin to bother.
She has a lesion in her brain
That is causing us all this pain.
While our daughters grow under Love and Care
Her life becomes a Death defying dare.
Doctors and medicines are her rigmarole
While on the Grim Reaper’s parole.
For eleven years she kisses and hugs
Our daughters , and my heartstring tugs.
Now weak and soon bedridden
She tries to keep her emotions hidden.
With gestures now she tries to talk
As our daughters’ futures she tries to chalk.
Her frustrating efforts make her laugh
Or when translating, I make a gaffe .
On her forehead I trace my fingers.
Perhaps a pain there still lingers.
Her heart is now a pulsating beep.
Her eyes are still as if in sleep.
The green lines of her mind
Are slowly straightening ,I soon find.
A tear escapes my soundless cry
Onto her unmoving eyes so dry .
“Snatch her back” I start to think
“From that deadly abysmal brink.”
Such a wretched plan does Fate connive
She passes on while I survive.
It is now close to four years
But my eyes still brim with fresh tears.
Her loving thoughts, my mind do grace
Still brightens my world, her radiant face.
And my other half is an empty side,
For she no longer walks, my blushing bride.
Writer's Island Prompt :"Survivor" 18 April 2008.
P.S. I request you to also read "her" point of view in "Life ...in a hurry"
http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-hurry.html
10 comments:
Cool poem. You write well.
That is sadder than the previous one, Shubd
Don't you think it is a lifetime-more tougher for the near n dear ones of the passed-away soul, to face the loss of her?
Brought tears in my eyes, this one. You express so well.
How can life be so cruel... there was a lump in my throat as I read on.
Being a survivor is hard...hard for those who lose someone they love and have to move on...and those who were afflicted and survive.
The hardest thing for me (I realize as I read this) is the overwhelming guilt I still feel from time to time. I wish there were a better word as guilt implies I've done something wrong by surviving...but I can't help it...its just there...this is heart-wrenching, but it needs to be shared, and you did it so well.
I wept for the loss and I rejoices for the survival. It is what I would want for my husband or myself. Thank you for the invitation to read.
Beautifully crafted.
b
I had to sit quietly for several monutes after reading this. For once I was lost for words. The way you told this story was so moving -your use of language awe-inspiring.
I'm so pleased you brought me here
There are no words for my silent awe; I won't attempt any. Thank you for sharing this powerful work. God bless.
@J.C.
I know the feeling you are talking of . When we are affected we say "Why me " and when we are given a new lease of life we often stop to wonder again "why me " .
From your writing I know you to be a sensitive and caring person . Perhaps what you went through has made you even more so.
And I am glad to have been given this opportunity to have come across a person like you.
Thank you all for reading.
I am not sure if I can put this well,but let me attempt it.
It is difficult to go through the pain of suffering and face the finality of death. But perhaps it is a little more difficult for the ones left behind as there often are moments in Life that make one relive the pain . And yet one has no choice but to go on.
My friend is particularly grateful to all of you for the support and empathy shown.Sharing and caring can surely help to ease the pain .
both the poems are very very poignant... i think the ones left behind suffer the most...may they have enough strength to face teh world everyday...
@ Suma and Jen
Thanks .
Yes it is difficult for the 'survivor' ..it must take a special kind of determination to continue to live Life as best as one can .
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