A daughters plea
When I came home that day,
I saw you in absolute disarray,
Not just from the tired look in your eyes,
But from the pain you simply couldn't disguise.
Life had hit you hard, it's true,
Leaving you feeling so blue,
I knew you did all you could do,
But the struggles overwhelmed you too,
Leaving you lost, feeling so small,
In a world that seemed to take it all.
On that sofa where you sat,
With a bag full of pills, your silent combat,
I couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes,
As I watched you struggle with horrific cries.
"What's wrong, mummy? Are ye alright?"
My voice trembled with worry, fearing the fight,
Your hands held the pills, a gesture so weak,
But in them, I saw solace, a comfort to seek.
"Mummy, no!" I pleaded, my heart full of dread,
Begging you to reconsider, to choose life instead.
With shaking hands, I called for aid,
Summoning help, no more suffering to be laid.
Minutes felt like hours in the quiet of the day,
Until sirens screamed, chasing fears away.
You stood up from the couch, stumbling in your fight,
Heading towards hope, guided by a flickering light.
Relief washed over me as help drew near,
Taking you away from the shadows of fear.
In the days that followed, in that sterile room,
Hope shone bright, dispelling the gloom.
Though memories linger from that tough time,
I can't forget what happened, a mountain to climb.
My heart still aches, scared it might repeat,
But I'll always be there, to make sure you have what you need.
Mum , you're my everything, my heart's beat,
Without you, life would be incomplete.
Know you're cherished more than words convey,
Here's to you, and to brighter days ahead.
About this poem
This poem captures a moment of despair and hope as a child witnesses their mother's struggle with overwhelming pain and contemplates a desperate act.
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Written on February 27, 2024
Submitted by Kirsty_1 on February 27, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
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Words | 335 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 38 |
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