Sickness Poems
Sickness and pain, suffering is so hard
When a family member has an illness, the entire family can be affected. The way that the illness is dealt with has an affect on the entire family. Some mothers or fathers feel that it is best to discuss the illness as little as possible with their children because they don't want to worry them. This can often have the opposite effect. Because the children know something is going on, but they don't know what, it often feels more scary for them. It is often best to give them as much information as they ask for. In this way they will feel part of what is going on.
36 Sick Children and Parents Poems
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1. Dementia
Dementia From The Parent’s PerspectiveHelp me to remember
What I forget each day.
Don't let the dementia
Take my memories away.
Keep reminding me
What we used to do,
And always remember
I'll always love you.
You are my beautiful child,
That will never change.
Though the dementia
Will make me act strange,
It's not my fault, my love.
It's the dementia that I have.
It's what is does to you,
So try not to be sad.
Just hold my hand
And try to reassure me.
If I'm very confused
Just change the story.
At times I will be there.
I'll remember little things,
But then it will fade again
And sadness it will bring. -
2. I'm A Person Too
Poem From Patient To Hospital StaffHere I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.
A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.
What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?
What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.
BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I know I can not talk, Or even joke around.
But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.
If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.
Treat me with respect, the same I'd give to you.
KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
My bones are stiff and achy, I hear you say I'm contracted.
My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, I hope I'm not impacted.
I'm sorry I may drool, and at times I even stare.
It's not easy being old, aging isn't fair.
These are the cards God dealt me, There's nothing I can do.
JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I used to be a lively one, just like your pretty self.
I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.
I press my light to see a face, Or just for company.
For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.
You walked past my light, what am I to do?
PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
I'm sorry that I messed the bed, I feel like such a baby.
I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, that I'm doing this at eighty.
I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, I didn't know what to do.
KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I wish that I was able, to communicate some way.
So finally I'd get the chance, to say what I want to say.
I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
If everyone showed a little compassion, I wouldn't feel this way.
My name is Helen, and I'm all alone.
Cancer took my husband, he had it in his bones.
We had one child, our precious son.
Until his life was taken by a gun.
So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.
I may be sad, I may be blue.
PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
Next time my light is on, come and see if I'm OK.
I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.Latest Shared StoryWow! Beautiful Poem. I needed a poem for my English class. This right here is phenomenal. I volunteer at a hospital, so I work and see a lot of these patients. This poem has reminded me to...
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3. Changing Places
Poem About When A Loved One Has Alzheimer'sI see the sadness in your eyes,
The times that you are knowing
What's happening to your wondrous mind,
The symptoms you are showing.
It was so hard to recognize
When they started coming through.
The little things that changed you
From the person that I knew.
The doctor's confirmation
Was so hard to accept,
To know that little could be done,
That there's no cure as of yet.
Forgive me, dear, if sometimes
I give in to my frustrations.
It's just so overwhelming,
This change in our relations.
Now I'm the one to be on guard,
To keep you safe from harm,
Protecting you the best I can
And not showing my alarm.
I hope you still can understand
How much you mean to me.
Though you curse me or forget me,
I'll accept what has to be.
For I will still remember
The joys that we once shared.
You showed me in so many ways
How very much you cared.
I pray to God to give me strength
To do what must be done,
To trust that in the future
This battle will be won.Latest Shared StoryMemories! I was 53, he 54 when the complications of Alzheimer's took him. At his prime as an exporter, his secretary fell for him. I left and visited Canada for 3 months, but on my return,...
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4. Overdose
Message To Doctors And NursesWho do you see lying there,
As you hold his wrist in your hand?
I see what you see, but I know who I know
My brother, your patient, the man.
Someone who babbles, dribbles and smells,
A pretty unpleasant sight,
Someone who stares and laughs for no reason,
Someone who "isn't quite right".
But I know the child who played in the sun
With the hopes and dreams of us all
The teen who loved music and QPR,
With a talent for playing football.
No, he doesn't play now, his ankles were crushed
When he jumped to escape from the pain
Of the demons who haunted and taunted him
No, he'll never play football again.
But somewhere there still is the person
Who's loving, gentle, and kind,
Who lives in fear of a hostile world
That he sees with his tortured mind.
Just wanted you to see beyond
The shell now in your care,
So you could know a bit of the man
My brother, lying there
Latest Shared StoryIt tells a touching and moving story using tight, easily readable stanzas. That's a rare combination. Nicely done!
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5. Last Embers Verse II
When The End Of Life Is NearEach day you come and see me, I wonder who you are.
You seem so happy to sit beside me and give away your time.
As you tell me stories, I sit there in a dreamlike state of mind.
I don't know if I knew you, so many memories have passed me by.
You talk to me so much, but silence is all I can reply.
As you hold my hand, I see the tears swell up in your eyes.
You seem so happy to see me, yet still I make you cry.
You sob such soft and gentle tears, but I cannot reason why.
You talk of different places, but these four walls are all I see.
These walls I sit and look at are all the comfort that I need.
The walls provide safety; the life outdoors is not for me.
My life is slow and simple, the world outside confuses me.
Each day you're next to me, familiarity at my side.
You offer me love and kindness, but I have no emotions left to give.
Your face hides so much burden; I sense the end is near.
You watch me slowly drift away, like the last embers on the fire. -
6. Losing Me...Finding Me
Diagnosed With Parkinson's DiseaseI look in the mirror and the person I see
Is someone who used to be me.
That person was strong and healthy, rarely ill,
And her energy was endless; she never sat still.
Then one day she disappeared behind my face,
And a stranger took her place.
I'm living in a body I no longer know,
And a pain from within me has begun to grow.
At night, when others sleep, I lie awake,
Feeling my body tremble and shake.
My limbs feel stiff and my muscles ache.
I feel like a rag doll about to break.
"What's wrong with me?" asks a voice from within.
"And whose body is this, under my skin?
Surely this isn't going to be the new me?"
Then a Higher Voice whispers, "Just accept it...it's meant to be."
I searched for answers...a diagnosis I needed.
A long 9 months later I found a doctor who heeded.
A condition was confirmed; I wasn't losing my mind.
Hypochondria it wasn't...Parkinson's was the find.
I have to keep going; this isn't the end.
Just a rough, rocky road with a very big bend.
I know God will help me; He never lets me down.
With His hand in mine, there's no need to frown.
Latest Shared StorySorry to hear that, Paul. Keep your head up, and I would love to hear more of your poetry and share some of your future journey. Sharing helps. Keep fighting
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7. The Greatest Loss
Watching A Wife Fade From Alzheimer's DiseaseWhen the time came again to visit her there,
He'd feel that dark sense of despair.
He could already picture her sweet, gentle face,
Marred by that sad, empty stare.
Sometimes he'd wonder just where she had gone.
It was as if she was only a shell.
Most of the time she'd forget who he was,
Or she'd swear he was somebody else.
It was torture for him to see her like this,
Surrounded by other lost souls.
She was gradually losing herself every day.
There was nothing that she could control.
Her good days grew less and her bad days grew worse.
It was as if she had already died.
There were days he'd be willing to tell her good-bye.
She was existing, not living a life.
But oh how he'd long to see her again.
For a moment, to just catch a glimpse
Of that wonderful woman, so special and dear,
That dear wife he so desperately missed.
The cruelty of life was undeniable,
And the reality of death was a curse.
But watching that person he adored fade away,
For him, there had been nothing worse.
He wanted so much just to hold her
And together stroll down memory lane.
But the life they once knew stopped existing for her,
And she no longer could see him the same.
He held on for years, ever loyal and true.
She was still all that mattered in life.
And despite how much farther she drifted away,
His heart kept her always close by.
When that last moment came, he was with her.
He was there sitting right by her side,
And his heart filled with joy as she looked up at him,
And their love shined so bright in her eyes.Latest Shared StoryMy fiance and the love of my life had passed from cancer one year ago. My heart is forever scared, but I must go on with my life and raise my four-year-old daughter.
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8. In His Hands
Finding Out Dad Is SickI heard some bad news today, something that made me scared,
Today I found out my dad has cancer; it was something I had always feared.
I knew many people that passed away because of this evil cell,
Yet I know of some that beat it, and of course turned out well.
The fact that my dad is sick, just completely blows my mind,
When this poison is inside of him, and the cure they cannot find.
My mom is really upset, and doesn't know what to do,
My sister cries herself to sleep and sometimes I find myself doing it too.
I know I have to be strong, and my prayers are always said,
But the question is: Does anyone really hear me when I'm lying there in bed?
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, that's why I always have hope,
But with each passing day that it's on my mind, I find it really hard to cope.
I promised myself that no matter what, I would stay strong for my dad,
His feelings he does not show really well, but I know that he is sad.
I know our fate is in your hands God, but please have mercy on his soul,
Hold his hand and watch over him, as his treatment he will soon undergo.
Help him through this struggle, as he is precious to me like a pearl,
God, please listen for our prayer's..........signed....daddy's little girl!Latest Shared StoryI have a friend. Her 8-year-old girl is diagnosed with a brain tumor. I want a poem to comfort her and tell her everything will be fine. This will be her second operation. She is still young.
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9. Living With Dementia
Dementia AwarenessMy mind is not what it once was:
wilting like a rose.
One thing you must remember:
this is not the life I chose.
Memories grow more distant
each and every day.
I never once considered
that I'd end up this way.
So please hold judgement.
Let me be.
Please be patient.
I am still me.
It takes a little longer now for me to understand
but with your help, I will.
My moods and symptoms vary,
but I am human still.
Dementia comes in many forms,
we need to spread the word.
Make everyone you know aware,
as they may not have heard.
I hope we find a cure one day,
for I feel like I'm stuck.
Researchers work very hard,
I pray they have some luck.
My mind is not what it once was:
wilting like a rose.
One thing you must remember:
this is not the life I chose.Latest Shared StorySometimes you just NEED a break. My parents' assisted living center is short on staff, and I'm trying to be there more. Last night I fed them BOTH and then (with my horrible back with tumors...
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10. Suffering Up Close
Suffering And Loss Of A Loved OneSuffering up close is so different from afar,
it's the supreme test in life,
to show what strengths there are.
Will I have the strength,
to watch the pain I do not bare,
and help another through her cross
which she does not want to share.
Can I help her make it through the night,
until the dawn appears,
and will I be able to comfort her and wipe away her fears?
Yes, suffering up close is so different from afar,
You know when you've been through it,
when your heart wears sorrow's scar.Latest Shared StoryDear Melissa, I am so sorry it took me so long to reply to you. I am sorry for the loss of your father, my heart goes out to you. I wrote "Suffering Up Close" after my precious mother passed...
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11. Last Embers Verse I
Slowly Losing A Loved OneThe clarity of my mind has faded.
Those vibrant thoughts, slowly washed away.
Memories once so strong, are now so distant.
Names of those I held so dear, escape me now.
My life is confused, unclear, like the darkness of the night.
The warmth of stories old, no longer take me back.
A life remembered fondly by so many, is hidden to me now.
Solemn times, so cherished and adored, no longer come to mind.
People look at me so lovingly, but I know not who they are.
Loving faces so unfamiliar, they no longer bring a smile.
No sign of love is felt, nothing lights my eyes.
How I wish I knew these people, and why I make them cry.
You hold my hand, I feel no love, no sense of who you are.
My thoughts so barren of recollection, so empty to my voice.
A life bereft of meaning, emotion and desire.
My life once so radiant, just the last few embers of the fire.Latest Shared StoryI and (I'm guessing many hundreds of thousands of) others know exactly what you mean first-hand.
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12. A Forgotten Life
Poem About A Loved One Suffering With DementiaShe resides in a home, sits in a chair,
Nothing to bother her, make her worry or care.
Caretakers to help her wash and dress,
Doing all that they can not to cause her distress.
She smiles and accepts the care that they give,
The meals and the medicines she depends on to live.
Her mind should have memories both good and bad.
Why can't she remember the life she once had?
Not aware of the people who came to see her today
Or what they told her, or how long the stay.
Family and friends she no longer knows.
Just a flicker of remembrance occasionally shows.
The memories are gone, now just a blank, empty space,
Remembering nothing she had before she came to this place.
Is she sad and afraid? She can't let us know
Because these are emotions she's unable to show.
All that's changed is her mind. She is still there,
The same person for whom I always will care.
I'll always remember what she means to me
Because she's my mum, who else could she be?Latest Shared StoryHello. I can so relate to what you have said. and of course more than what you have said. My Dad got dementia when he was 83. He wouldn't accept that he needed help and I would take weeks...
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13. My Hero
My GrandsonI did not find my hero till the sunset of my life.
He did not come on a white horse with armor shining bright.
He simply was born in the wee hours of the morn.
He came to fill my life with a glorious loving light.
He came to fight a villain the naked eye cannot see.
He keeps it all inside him and smiles through all my fears.
He laughs and dances as if he feels no pain.
He does this to protect me
So my tears will not be falling like warm summer rain.
This is the relationship of a Grandmother and her Grandson.
Every day we raise our armor to hold back Leukemia.
It is a chemical warfare bound with prayers, optimism, and everlasting love.
We will destroy the enemy and claim back our precious gift.
My hero will climb in my arms and I will rock him to sleep.
There is nothing greater than this moment in time.
Thank you, LORD, for this moment is Nicholas's and mine.Latest Shared StoryMy grandmother wrote this poem when we found out my little cousin Nicholas had leukemia when he was very little. Nicholas is now 14 years old and thankfully not had any signs of it returning....
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14. One Wish
Prayer For A Mother Who Is SickIf I had one last wish to make it would have to be,
that God would heal my mom and give her pain to me.
For I've never seen my mom hurt so bad in all my life,
I'd do anything and everything to take her pain and strife.
She's the only one who never lost complete faith in me,
without her here by my side I'm not sure where I'd be.
We didn't always get along but then again who does,
she taught me about the
Real world and what life really was.
I think I owe her one for all the hell I put her through,
so God if you can grant this wish for me I'll eternally be grateful to you.
And if my mom ever decides to ask why her life suddenly changed this way,
do me a favor and let her know that I said Happy late Mother's Day.Latest Shared StoryTo my mother, Virginia Galvan, from her firstborn. I love you, Mommy, and I pray to God that you will be all right. I pray that he will be with you and make you strong like the person he...
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15. A Lost Memory
Poem About Caring For A Parent With Alzheimer'sShe lovingly handles
her mother with care
as she washes and curls
and fixes her hair.
They laugh and talk
the hours away.
Then out of the blue,
her mother did say,
"You're so nice.
Now what is your name?" -
16. Dementia
A Family Member With DementiaThere are times when things seem normal again
We laugh and talk about trivial things
We enjoy each other's company
But we can't deny the thought in our minds
Unspoken words of what lingers behind
Of knowing it will come sooner than we are ready for
I don't know if I will be able to stand the sorrow
Of losing you before your body goes
And sometimes I sit and cry alone
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17. Shell Of A Person I Once Knew
Poem About Losing A Mother While She Is AliveYou're the shell of the person I once knew.
When I talk, I know you can hear,
But I barely feel your spirit lingering near.
You've given up... at least part way.
I can't help but envision the words that you'd say
If you weren't the shell of a person I once knew.
You express your love for me, but that's just it.
You'd rather I come and quietly sit.
I wish you were more than the shell of a person I once knew.
I love you with all of my heart and soul.
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control
Because it's hard to see the shell of a person I once knew.
My heart hurts because I know you're aching.
Your body's there, but it's just the casing.
It's the shell of a person I once knew.
I don't want you to die; I'd be left here on earth,
But passing on brings peace and rebirth.
You'd be more than the shell of a person I once knew.
It's your choice in the end to fight or give up.
It's not our actions that define when or what...
Please be more than the shell of a person I once knew.
Release your spirit to Heavenly Father's grace.
Only then will you see his kind, smiling face.
No longer a shell of a person I once knew.
You'd be free from all the worldly limitations.
In heaven you'd be expressing exclamations,
Freed from the shell of a person I once knew.
You're not really the shell of a person I once knew;
You're my mother and I love you.
You're not a burden that I heavily have to bear;
You're strength, inspiration, and care.
You're kind and loving and all that I aspire to be.
It's selfish to want to keep you here close to me.
You get to choose how long you want to stay,
So I'll keep on coming every day.
I'll rub your feet and scratch your back,
Read you your line up and help you take a bath.
Mom, take your time, it's patience I'm learning.
I'm developing and my soul's constantly yearning.
Each lesson is coming... selflessness and humility.
You're who I want to be.Latest Shared StoryI hear what you are saying. It hurts a lot I know. When I was born my mothers lung both collapsed and when the doctor put a tube of oxygen into her lungs, it had golden staff on it. For the...
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18. Gram
On The Brink Of DeathWhen I see you lying there
Fighting for every breath
It makes me have to realize
How close you are to death
When I see you lying there
And know the pain that you've been through
I wonder and I think
What is God going to do?
Will He send His Angels
To carry you away
To give your weary heart a rest
And take you to Gramps today?
Will He send a miracle
And give you back again?
God knows just what is best
You are in His Hands. -
19. Death Comes In The Form Of Love
Poem About AIDS And Danger Of Sexualy Transmited DiseasesA pretty girl meets a handsome man,
Once upon a Saturday night.
He takes her home and he kisses her,
And they make love with all their might.
Passion runs wild thru the midnight hour,
And they're making love galore.
But in the heat of this moment,
Death comes knocking on the door.
Cause death comes in the form of love,
And it's as black as the ace of spades,
And we should all be leery of,
A virus that leads to Aids.
A pretty girl in a motel room,
She's with a very handsome man.
He gives the girl a warm embrace,
And a look that she understands,
All she sees is the handsome face,
Of this strange paramour.
And she's too naive to ever believe,
That death is knocking on the door.
Cause death comes in the form of love,
And it's as black as the ace of spades.
And we should all be leery of,
A virus that leads to Aids.
A pretty girl in a waiting room,
And she's as sick as she can be.
Because a doctor has just told her,
That she now has H.I.V.
A pretty girl on her death bed,
Just waiting on The Lord above.
And before she dies she reminds all,
That death comes in the form of love.Latest Shared StoryThis poem is great. I'm sorry for your loss HIV is one of the worst ways to die keep up the good work.
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20. Fallen Soldier
Cancer War
There are just a few things that can hit you so hard
That even years later you are left emotionally scarred.
It is the word that makes me freeze,
When all I really want to do, I scream.
This thing that scares me so much is cancer.
But she is too tough, I was sure it couldn't get her.
This awful word has taken my family and friends
And leaves deep cuts I am afraid will never fully mend
But it doesn't make sense, she is such a strong woman
I looked up to her for standing by through thick and thin.
I tell my mother she can't be right
It couldn't get her, she would put up too big a fight.
They say there are fights you just can't win
But I know this woman, she will never give in.
This is the woman who wouldn't lay to rest
Until she felt her daughters did their best.
All I know is that she will win this fight
And until that day I will pray
for her heart every night.
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