We’ve fought for years, but silently,
Accusations they have flown,
To and fro relentlessly,
But it’s still not time to let you go.
***
My hackles up, the anger flows,
You’ve often made me mad,
But in the end, you’ve always been,
The best, along with dear old Dad.
***
You’ve not been well for many years,
The illness, it’s quite rare,
Taking you to its lowest depths,
Sometimes it seems you’re barely there.
***
You’ve fought this hard, and still today,
Your strength has been quite stoic,
You sometimes need to gripe and moan,
In my eyes you have been quite heroic.
***
The cough has been relentless, yet
The worst was still to come,
Your lungs are shot to pieces now,
This would have ended more than some.
***
The days drag by, you dread to wake,
Each morning brings such fear,
Will this be the worst one yet,
Each day, each week, each month and year?
***
The interventions came and went,
With drugs and surgeries,
The vicious circle damaging,
Your poorly veins and arteries.
***
The risks are high, this latest try,
But try, we must continue,
For if we stop, it takes it course,
The time’s not right, you’re feeling blue.
***
It can’t go on, we’re all aware,
Chances, they now are few,
We won’t give up, we still have hope,
We’re far from ready to be losing you.
***
So, soldier on, please let them do,
Whatever they think is best,
Let’s face the risks, be strong and bold,
More time with you, we will be blessed.
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Writing and Rhythm 