Dying Poem

Poem About Caring For A Dying Loved One

My mother was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor in late March 2017. Over the next 8 weeks we saw the woman who had raised us so well, who had loved us and cared for us and would do anything for us, slowly fade away before our eyes. We cared for her every day during her illness. Sometimes wanting to run away from the responsibility and sorrow, but we stood by her and cared for her just like she did for us...

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I truly am sorry for your loss and the pain and anguish of the situation, I know it first hand. June of 2013, my father, who had arthritis in his neck and shoulders, went in and had xrays and...

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Fading Away

Published: May 2018

Fading away, vibrant color to hue.
Fading away, disappearing from view.
Heartbreaking symptoms, watched by heartbroken eyes.
A face filled with sorrow, a chest full of sighs.

A daughter's duty, a mother's smile.
If only she could stay a while.
Counting every minute while wishing them away.
Too painful to watch every day.

Faking a smile to lift and make fun,
While stomach churns with what's to come.
Making the most of time slipping by,
Trying so hard not to give in and cry.

Now caring for her as she did for them,
Not only a mother but also a friend.
A lifetime of love from a mother received,
Repaid by grateful daughters in her time of need.

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by Matt Cameron
1 year ago

I truly am sorry for your loss and the pain and anguish of the situation, I know it first hand. June of 2013, my father, who had arthritis in his neck and shoulders, went in and had xrays and an MRI done. Before he could even leave the hospital, they came running after him, saying they needed more imaging done. Within 24 hours he was diagnosed with stage 4 brain and lung cancer, given 8-10 months to live. Needless to say, the emotional state of our family was complete devastation. My father, 6 foot, 180 pounds of muscle was reduced to a man I couldn't recognize in the coming weeks.

The weird thing is we had decided to go to the cottage on Bobs Lake; it was our favorite place. You would think by watching him he wasn't sick. He was boating, fishing, and swimming with my kids. It was just awesome. I'll never forget the morning he got up , looked at me and said it's time to go home. It was a couple weeks of hell to follow, watching him deteriorate. He was in the worst pain ever. Giving him his morphine shot ar 4am. That was it.

by Olona
11 months ago

I'm so sorry y'all had to go through that. I lost my parents in a car accident. My mom was pregnant, but sadly they couldn't make it; they all died on the spot. When we went to see them in the mortuary, I couldn't even recognize any of them because they were badly injured. I remember the first thing that I did when I got there I held my mother's forehead, and she was so cold I couldn't believe it because I had never ever in my life imagined my mother dead, and that was it.