Promise Me

This poem is in dedication to my grandfather. He is in the hospital right now.

The sweetest songs of nightingales
still cannot quail a demons wail.

If sickness has befallen you,
then it has befell me too.

These arms are
thin, and sometimes frail.
But for you I try to block the hail.

I promise you that I'll be fine.
I hope you'll promise me in kind.

Author's Note

When someone you love is sick, It can make you feel so...powerless. Like no matter what you do- you can't help them. I want my grandfather to get better, and while I may not be a doctor- my medication for him is my love. There have been so many people in my life that have been terminally ill, or has died because of a disease. My grandfather is having trouble breathing- and to be honest- that makes it hard for me to breath too. I'd give that man my lungs if I had to, but for now... this poem will be my tribute. (I gave it to him today in the hospital.)

Reviews

[Tsubaki Kuro]

It is beautiful. Hope your grandfather gets better.

[Misty.C]

Thank you dear! I wrote this about a month or two ago so he has recovered now, which I am so, so, so grateful for. Thank you so much for your review!!!!

[Tsubaki Kuro]

that's great news. I'm glad to hear that he has recovered.

[Inject Positivity]

How sweet you are Misty......You just made something magical.....He will have to get fit and im sure he will....Your poem is bearing your whole heart....God is smiling out there with happy tears in His eyes....Hats off!!!! Im speechless......