I wish that I could find a way to stop
The pain and suffering she feels today.
If only there was any way to swap
No price would be too much for me to pay.
Her gray hospital room, so cold and drab
From healthiness she seems to be immune.
Enduring all the pokes and prods and stabs
With hope that she could go home very soon.
But I cannot do more than this for her:
To sit here, and just hold her hand, and smile,
And praying that nothing grave should occur,
Emotions having to be versatile.
I know that God must have a plan for this,
But for my grandma, pain’s hard to dismiss.
This made me cry. I'm really sorry, Hannah. I'll be praying.
ReplyDeleteOh Hannah, that was beautifully written and oh so incredibly painful to read. The imagery was powerful and very aptly constructed, so kudos to you for that. The word "gray" in the second quatrain was such a perfect world to use, so emotive of the atmosphere in its ugly simplicity. I also love that you waited until the very last line to reveal who exactly the poem was about; that is some standard poetic genius right there, keeping the reader guessing until the very end. Poetry is always so much more striking when it's about actual tormenting situations such as this, and I know it could not have been easy to write from your grandma's bedside. Like Amy said, we'll all be praying for your family, and may God's will be done! Bring your grandma home!
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ReplyDeleteI am so sorry. That was so amazing, and the way you wrote it with such love and your imagery and portrayal of these past two weeks is incredible. The fact that is so amazingly well-written makes the subject so much more powerful. It literally tugs at my heart as I read it and makes me want to do something. I know there is nothing I can do for your Grandma but pray, but if there is anything we can do for you, please let us know. God is holding her hand too, I promise. Stay strong Twinni. Many prayers to you and your family. <3
Wow. This is incredibly powerful and well written. Your family will be in my prayers <3 Love you Hannah!
ReplyDeleteHannah, the third quatrain cut straight to my heart. I can see you, with all your love and courage, sitting and holding your grandmother's hand while she endures pain. Your tone of voice was so melancholy, but so strong at the same time. She is lucky to have you for a granddaughter as you stay by her side. My family and I will pray for her healing, and yours as well. Hugs from my family to yours <3
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ReplyDeleteThe comments above attest to the emotional punch this poem delivers Hannah. I know this must have been hard to write, but I can see you were still so intentional about HOW you wrote it. The irony noting that the one thing she's "immune" from is healthiness is heartbreaking... You were intentional with diction as well, at times employing words with loaded connotations to communicate the fears being felt. Very poignantly written.
I'm so sorry this is happening sweet girl. :( I will also be praying-- know that you have many people who care about you and want to help support you in this.
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Hannah, this is so sad :( I am praying for you and your family! We are all here to care for you and be at your side and I know this is very hard to go through. Love you Hanna!
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