I look at you and I see how fragile you have become.
You always stand there by the door,
looking out as the sun's reflection bathes your form.
I can see your frail body, your hand touching your side
feeling that bump growing and gnawing from inside.
I know that you are trying your very best to hold on
to keep on going
to keep living as if everyday is just an ordinary day
like the countless years gone by
when youth and vigor coursed in your veins.
But tonight you are in pain.
You asked me to find a way
and try to soothe your aching body.
Always hesitant,
afraid to even touch the once strong body
which is now laid before me
weak, thin, skin and bones.
For every time my hand touches you
I wish I can take away the pain.
Lessen it,
take it all away
or give my own just for you.
For there isn't anything in this world I wouldn't do
just to make you better.
3 comments:
I ache for you, my blog friend... Hugz, hugz, hugz!!
Thank you dear.
It just gets to me that
I seem helpless in saving
the greatest hero of my life.
My dad.
My Dear Friend,
We DO have so much in common!
I myself, couldn't save my Dad. Every year on his birthday (which is coming up on the 13th) and on the anniversary of his death in May, I go to church, light a candle, pray and cry my eyes out. Around this time as well, I go in a depression funk. I hide within the dark walls of my room, stay under the covers and cry for days... Sometimes it lasts for weeks...
I was 10 when he passed away. It's been 26 years and I still ache for him and miss him immensely.
I'm sorry for what you're going through... I wish I can be there for you somehow.
Please use my email. I'd love to talk more with you.
Hugz, hugz, hugz and more hugz!
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