Sickness Poems - Page 2

  1. 21. A Forgotten Life

    My mum has been suffering from dementia for 4 years and is now in a residential home. She is 84, and up until the age of 78, she was still working and driving. She doesn't remember her husband or myself and my 2 sisters. In fact, there is no recognition in her memory of the life she had before the dementia. It seems such a cruel disease to wipe out a person's life completely that it inspired me to write this poem. I am sure it will relate to a lot of people experiencing this "loss" of a loved one.

    Poem About A Loved One Suffering With Dementia

    She 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?

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  2. 22. Your Pain Is My Pain

    • By Renique Fludd
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008

    I wrote this poem to my brother Matthew because he was shot in the throat 4 years ago and now he's paralyzed and can't walk anymore and one day I was just sitting in my room thinking about my brother and his condition and this poem just came to me. I love my brother with all my heart and I would give anything for him to walk again.

    I look in your eyes and all I can do is sit down and cry,
    the pain in your face hurts me in so many ways.
    I wish I could just ask GOD to wash your pain all away.
    Your pain is my pain and I feel it everyday,
    I just wish our pain would go away.
    Matthew I Love you with all my heart
    and if it was up to me I'd make you walk.

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  3. 23. A Lost Memory

    This is a true story told to me by a friend about a time she visited her mother in a nursing home where her mother lived. She said it was the worst feeling in the world to have to live through. It was so heartbreaking that I couldn't forget it. At the time she told it, all I could do was cry.

    Poem About Caring For A Parent With Alzheimer's

    She 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?"

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  4. 24. Questions?

    • By Stephoney L. Pack
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A girl talks about her feelings about her sister who is sick.

    Trying Not To Ask God Why

    I cry myself to sleep at night
    Trying not to ask God why
    I have false hope is what I've heard
    Rather than that don't say a word
    My faith is in God
    That is where I stand
    We gave her to him
    She's now in his hands
    How do I cope with what I am going through?
    Let me ask you this, what else can I do?
    I can only play the hand life deals
    I just can't imagine how Angel feels
    Should I give up and let her go?
    As long as there's hope I say NO
    Some people say It's all meant to be
    An innocent child, I don't agree
    You can tell sometimes she really feels bad
    But through out it all she's hardly ever sad
    She has a great smile that lights up your day
    For a moment or two my fears fade away
    Do I wonder what life holds in store?
    No..I just pray for another day more!

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  5. 25. Past, Present, Future

    • By Hali
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016

    I never go to sleep at night without the fear that tomorrow may bring pain. This is life as an Epileptic.

    Poem About Life With Epilepsy

    My eyes glistening with tears,
    But not yet fallen.
    I'm crying, but they're silent tears.
    I'm crying on the inside so you are unable to see
    All the pain running though me.

    I never sleep,
    For fear of what tomorrow might bring.
    How can I be so lost
    In a place I know so well?
    How can I be so broken
    In a family so together?
    How can I be so confused
    Surrounded by so many?

    Always forced to fight.
    A fight I never seem to win.
    God only knows such a fact.
    I've fought for so long.
    When will this ever end?
    Sometimes I walk past everyone as if I were invisible.

    Everything's moving with no place to go.
    I tell myself that everything's going to be ok,
    But it's seizures.
    The time it took to change me.
    The life I had, I can't have back.
    Yet I can't see why all these tears feel so unreal.
    I'm not the same, my words are still unsaid.
    So instead, I write them on paper.
    What I hide is buried deep within me.

    So many tears I have shed in the dark,
    Hidden away in the privacy of my own thoughts,
    Only to be shelved with morning's first light
    Because of no courage to speak of my pain.
    And it hurts to know that I'll never be the same,
    Knowing I'll never be the girl I used to be.
    If you only knew what I've been through,
    Or maybe you could take a walk in my shoes,
    Because this is sometimes how I feel.

    A WISH JUST TO BE SEIZURE FREE

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  6. 26. Fading Away

    This poem is dedicated to the Chester and Dassie family for caring for me during this disease named Morphea of which I suffer a very rare form called- En Coup De Sabre. Thanks so much to my husband and my two boys, they help me so much! I LOVE YOU ALL!!

    Dealing With Rare Disease Of Morphea

    I'm fading away and no one seems to care
    They see the beauty inside and out
    No one really understand my pain and suffering

    Please love and show me because I'm fading away
    While I'm here, hug me like you'll never see me again.
    I need you to keep me strong, for I am tiring out fast.

    I love my family, please love me, too!
    My depression worsens each day because of this rare illness.
    My thoughts aren't always mine, because I am fading away!

    No one understands my illness and neither do I
    It's a very rare thing that needs me somehow!
    I don't want to fade away, so promise me, you'll understand and comfort me...
    then I will fade away in peace!

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  7. 27. In My Heart

    • By Linda M. Capp
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2009

    This is a poem about my mother who has been in a persistent vegetative state for 19 years. There is an almost no chance that she will ever awake from this, so my life has been very hard considering she got sick when I was just about 7 years old and my older sister was my mother figure. She also named me after her and she named me right because everywhere I go they say I look just like her. They say what doesn't make you weak will make you strong. I try to believe in this

    You know I Love You, you know I do.
    I just wish you could talk to me like I talk to you.
    I know how hard you try to speak,
    but those brain cells you lost made your body so weak.
    I know you hear me and I hear you too,
    Above the stars and even the Moon.
    I hear you in my heart and even in my soul
    and I'll always make sure you have your radio.
    You loved to sing, you loved to dance
    and hopefully you'll have that 2nd Chance.
    I know your strong but still too weak,
    My Dear Mother Please Don't Weep.
    I hear you when I'm down more than any time,
    your saying "Linda, pick yourself up and hold your head up tall."
    I try so hard to live my life,
    but without you in my life it's hard I'd have to say.
    Mom I remember so much of you that it hurts to even say,
    but at least I have those few memories that I know will always stay.

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  8. 28. Dementia

    I am dealing with a sister who has been diagnosed with dementia. The whole experience has been scary and devastating to watch her mind deteriorate while there is so little I can do to but keep her company and help her days by doing things with her. We try to enjoy the days and we try not to dwell on what we know is inevitable. It seems I have grown closer than I was with her before, and maybe that is because I know what is yet to come.

    A Family Member With Dementia

    There 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
    For it is hard to watch you slowly go....

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  9. 29. Shell Of A Person I Once Knew

    This poem is about losing someone without them being dead. My family has suffered a lot of loss. My father passed away suddenly in 2012 from congestive heart failure. Shortly thereafter my mother became quite ill and has never been the same. When we were growing up, my mother was extremely bubbly. She was a friend to everyone she met. She is extremely limited now. Due to her extreme illness, she does not talk much anymore. She does not communicate. She lies in her bed and listens to the TV all day long. She's no longer the mother I always knew and loved.

    Poem About Losing A Mother While She Is Alive

    You'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.

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  10. 30. How A Day Changes

    • By Gordon Jackson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2017

    I wrote this poem after I was told that I have cancer. I hope the poem will give strength and hope to those who have been stricken with this terrible condition. My prayers are with each and every one of them. God bless us all.

    Courage While Diagnosed With Cancer

    It started out a nice day,
    Warm, sunny, and bright.
    But then something happened
    That turned the day into night.

    The tests are done and over,
    And all the results are in.
    Now I only have to wait
    To see if I lose or win.

    I'm sure it won't be long now
    Before the answers are heard.
    It's just a matter of time
    Before I'm given the word.

    He's coming into my room,
    In his smock so snowy white.
    Will this bright sunny day
    Become a dark, dreary night?

    I could see it in his face.
    He had no reason to speak.
    I just prayed that when he did
    I'd be strong instead of weak.

    "You have got cancer," he said,
    "And it's not good, it's stage four."
    "I'll leave you alone for now,"
    Then turned and went out the door.

    An awful thing, this cancer.
    It takes your strength and might
    And as much as you want to,
    You've got no power to fight.

    Yes, my day did turn to night.
    My greatest fear just came true.
    How much time do I have left
    Before my whole life is through?

    Will I have time to do things
    Before I reach my last day?
    Or will the good Lord above
    Want to take me right away?

    What about my family?
    How will they get on with life?
    Will my children be okay?
    What will happen to my wife?

    I'll fight to the very end,
    Hang on as long as I can.
    I won't give up that easy.
    To the end I'll be a man.

    It's going to be real hard,
    But I will fight all the way
    To turn that dark, dreary night
    Back to a bright, sunny day.

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  11. 31. Gram

    • By Sherry A. Mockler
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Teetering on the brink of life and death, only God knows what is best.

    On The Brink Of Death

    When 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.

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  12. 32. Hush-A-By Baby, Don't Cry

    This poem is dedicated to my little brother who has been very sick since the day he was born but he knows how to 'keep moving forward.'

    Sister About Her Sick Little Brother

    He grows everyday
    And thinks 'never die'
    Life he will live his way
    Hush-a-by baby, don't cry

    Even though he's discriminated
    He never asks why
    He doesn't show he's intimidated
    Hush-a-by baby, don't cry

    The doctor's say he has limited time
    And as the years pass him by
    He becomes a relentless dime
    Hush-a-by baby, don't cry

    And as the sickness spreads
    He doesn't whine or sigh
    He isn't full of dread
    Hush-a-by baby, don't cry

    So the family, they prepare
    But they put on a mask and lie
    For maybe, maybe it will disappear
    Hush-a-by baby, don't cry

    And he says, now's my cue
    Don't cry, for I'll be in the sky
    Always watching over you
    Hush-a-by baby, don't cry

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  13. 33. Grandma

    • By Jessica K. Riley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    As her grandmother lays sick she pleads to her to hold on and live to get better for there are so many that she is precious too.

    Don't Give Up Poem


    O Grandma O Grandma don't ever give up hope,
    All you family and friends are learning to cope,
    Please stay strong and never stop praying,
    You will get better soon that's what everyone is saying.

    You are Grandpa's life please stay with him,
    If you were to leave us the world would be so grim,
    You are on our minds every minute of every day,
    You would never get sick if I had it my way.

    Loving and generous is what you are,
    Everyone that loves you isn't too far,
    I can't tell you how much I care about you,
    I know you'll get better I know this is true.

    There is one thing that you have to promise me you'll do,
    Please beat this thing and keep your faith too,
    Don't ever give up hope and don't ever say goodbye,
    because God is with you and so am I.

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    Beautiful poem. I love it. One of my favorite poems on this website.

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  14. 34. Overdose

    • By Julie Lee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    This poem came to me as I visited my brother in the hospital after he overdosed.

    Message To Doctors And Nurses

    Who 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

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    It tells a touching and moving story using tight, easily readable stanzas. That's a rare combination. Nicely done!

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  15. 35. Dementia

    • By DORIS BULLARD
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015

    I wrote this poem for my husband Frank. As he followed his childhood dream to become a professional boxer, we now have to live apart. Frank now resides in long term care and I see him as much as I can. This was to be our golden years, but the outcome was not as we planned.

    Poem About The Pain Of Dementia

    Where did you come from,
    you evil one?
    I cannot remember
    that tomorrow has come.

    Why is my life such a haze?
    I stare at the walls and long for happier days.
    Friends and family gather 'round
    to ensure that my feet are firm on the ground.

    My room is so small, and there's nothing outside,
    just empty streets and nowhere to hide.
    Dementia, you have caught me and pinned me down,
    and I cannot remember why I frown.

    My wife will be here soon and we'll go for a walk,
    but wait...
    why are there tears in my eyes?

    My body is tired and I must rest my head.
    I will lay down on my bed.
    My dreams will come to me crystal clear,
    happy and joyous, with nothing to fear.

    Dementia, tomorrow you will wake me like an alarm,
    causing such grief and mental harm.
    Oh, go away you evil one.
    Let me live and remember the sun.

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  16. 36. Death Comes In The Form Of Love

    I wrote this poem in the early nineties after a friend of mine died of AIDS. She contacted H.I.V. by having intercourse with a "one night stand". This was before the current medication prolonged those afflicted lives. As I was thinking about her I said to myself, "Imagine Death comes in the form of love" and wrote the poem. the lesson is you don't have to be gay or use dirty needles to contact H.I.V

    Poem About AIDS And Danger Of Sexualy Transmited Diseases

    A 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.

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    This 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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