The day I came to life,
I was blessed with the love,
of which one person can give so much
I see her by day, on into the night,
Glowing with a light so bright.
Helping me heal when I was hurt.
Or feel better when under the weather.
Guiding me through the steps of life.
As years go by, I see her gradual change,
not a change, as one grows older in age.
She was once filled with such grace,
always wearing a smile upon her face.
Day after day, I now only see her pain,
not one of physical strain but pain of what once was.
I sometimes reminisce of the past,
cherishing the memory's of her,
moving about so fast.
I've given her the use of my arm's, my leg's,
But yet still I can't abate the pain
Of what once was
For my beautiful dove.
Recalling all her grace,
as tear's run down my face,
wishing this MS monster would go away.
Daily reminders of all,
She can't embrace.
Her trips to the doctor's,
Becoming harder to face.
As I sit with her,
Looking at the doctor's face.
"No, there's nothing we can give you"
He say's, while testing out her strength.
Wishing I could do more,
Knowing she can't be alone,
so I'll be by her side.
Let her live her life through mine.
I'm all she has,
to help her get through to the next day.
Damn... Always remember not to take anything for
granted in life, you might not have tomorrow what you have today.
Most poem's put smile's and warmth in our heart's
But rarely do you get to see the true feeling's behind a loved one's illness or disease, when I started this I didn't know how it would come out and looking at it I've come to realize, that if this help's one person that did not want to give a helping hand to change there way's, then it was worth putting time and effort into writing this!
April 9, 2000
Published April 9, 2000
Revised July 30, 2001