It's Too Late For A Cure

by Jenni Marie   Sep 2, 2014


"We will find a cure one day,"
Well that's not good enough, I
needed that cure months ago,
I needed that cure before I sat
by your bedside watching you
struggle to breathe; alive but
never moving, never blinking,
your muscles slack and your
body slowly caving in on itself.

I needed that cure before you
became so weak from chemo that
you couldn't even make it to the
bathroom five feet away; before you
fell asleep as you were speaking,
before you were so weak and fragile
that you couldn't even
open an envelope.

I needed that cure, before you lay in
bed with your family surrounding you,
your eyes open but never seeing-
because you were still alive but
you weren't really

there.

I needed that cure before I had to
watch you slowly take your last
breath... before I felt your body go
cold. I needed that cure before I
started to wonder -could you hear
us but not respond? Were you in
pain?...Were you scared?

I needed that cure before this disease
took you away from me, I needed that
cure... because...I miss you, I love you

-always.

*Dedicated to my beautiful, loving Grandma, who was taken too soon by cancer on 29th August 2014 at 5.30pm. I love you so much Grandma, I am so proud to be your granddaughter...I will never stop missing and loving you.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Jennie, I am not sure if I can recover from your poems about your Grandma anytime soon. I am not sure how much you'll need to recover too. There is a lot of pain in this piece, much more than what I felt in the other one.

    It's raw and from the heart, to the heart. Your 1st words in quotation stand alone as a statement, followed by your rebellious emotions on how it really doesnt matter anymore. It is too late, it wont help and it thus it's no use. oneday is not an option.

    Your description on how second by second she was being lost brought tears to my eyes. I am really sorry you went through this experience, it is much more struggling when we lose someone slowly. I really understand how you're feeling and I know how hard it is to forget all these hard times and try focus on the good ones.

    But with all your sadness you did not fail to draw a beautiful piece. I admire your strength, she's watching over, so keep smiling.

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