Mother's Poems

Maxie’s Fight
It’s
always there, lurking and waiting
The
relentless, faceless enemy we run from everyday
We
fight as best we can, and make progress, you are doing so well!
We
get to a point of acceptance, and go on with our daily lives
The
fight becomes our focus, our mission, and just another part of our day
We
feel genuine happiness, and a sense of accomplishment
This
is our reality, this is what we do
But
how long will it last? How long can we keep It at bay?
Life
goes on; there are the usual ups downs, joys and sorrows
But
the terror of the unspoken is always there, lurking and waiting
We
do not accept that one day you will be ripped away from us
How
could we? It doesn’t even seem possible when we see how far you’ve
come
So
our denial keeps us going, it feeds our fury to save you
We
believe there is still more hope, we know it is true
We
put our hope in science
We
will not let you go; somehow, someway we will conquer this vicious
disease
We
have come so far but have years of hard work ahead
Our
goal is to find a cure, to conquer our enemy, to save you
I
cannot let you go, I will never give up
I
nuzzle your sweet neck, smell your hair, and kiss your face
Everyday
I memorize the details of how you look
I
take so many pictures…just in case It should decide to creep out of
the shadows
That
is a fear so real and devastating I rarely allow myself to think about
it
Time
is a hard concept, it is wonderful to have but it’s fleeting nature
is scary
You
are my strength, my inspiration, my beautiful, loving little Max
We
are a team; I need you to keep going, to remind we what is important
And
to you I give my strength, my love, my devotion
We
will do it together; I know it can be done
For Max
Last night while I was
sleeping I saw you in my dreams
You were standing, walking, talking, and doing many wonderful things
You looked into my eyes, so I knew that it was you
The boy whose little body was
doing what he asked it to do
In the morning it seemed so true...when I saw your knowing face
I knew that it was you who
took me to that place
But in the morning, again we face the growing fight
Of dealing with a body, that
won't do what it does at night
My darling little Max
I love you as you are
with all my heart and soul
But every day I'll battle to
try to make you whole
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