Helplessly Watching

poem by: Gemma Marsh
Written on Jun 28, 2021

Back in September 2020 just a began a normal day,
You don’t know how it will end so they say,
And before I knew it a tragedy struck,
My brave boy Liam filled with bad luck,
After me drinking tea whilst sat at a friends 
Just goes to show you can’t promise how days end , 
I casually walked down my home street ,
Waiting for my precious boy to greet ,
But instead what I saw was my ten year old boy,
Tear streamed face not the expected joy,
I raced through the door and what did I see,
My helpless son fitting in front of me,
Panic and fear filled the air 
He stopped breathing not a moment to spare ,
I ran to the garden and began to scream
Was this just an awful dream 
With my partner keeping my son breathing
The sound 11 minutes late of sirens relieving,
The paramedics raced through the door 
Before I knew it he seizured some more,
My boys life in there capable hands 
“Please don’t take him “if that was gods plans,
And after just over half and hour passed 
They raced him to hospital ever so fast 
I met him in intensive care, 
So poorly he didn’t know I was there,
Disoriented and so very weak 
At that point no ability to speak,
And after many hours I was so weary 
I prayed to god and begged him dearly,
“Please help my brave boy through,”
In his life already so much he’s been through,
After 2 weeks in hospital with an infection of the brain 
All those days of going insane
My brave warrior one that fight
I thank god every night
That I still have him to hold 
My intelligent loving son so bold

 

Tags: Sad, Rhyme, Inspirational, Pain, Deep,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 28, 2021 at 5:50pm
Thank God your son won his battle ...you've really suffered emotionally Gemma...I hope your poetry helps you to find some emotional stability 🙏🏼....just like my poems have helped me over time...✌🏻
Gemma Marsh commented on Jun 28, 2021 at 6:03pm
Thank you Frank I find comfort in expressing pain I guess it channels it healthier in a way
Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 28, 2021 at 6:08pm
Yes ...that is the way you will heal...through your poems...👍🏻

 

 

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