Fathima Dawood Poet Narrative

I Am So Sorry

When I see her angelic face I tear
I know this is His will but I fear
Eight years old she is you see
Yet rett syndrome her vanquisher be
Alas her each cry tears upon my heavy heart
Somehow I recall how this all came to start
Thankful I know I claim to be
Yet did all this ever  strike me?
Her arms are feeble her head so weary
Untold glee she laughs whe she sees me
Silent tears fall as I reach out to touch
And wipe away drool accumulating so much
Faerie is what her sweet name means
For unnamed cures through books I glean
Yet I know that for my sister all time is lost
For hers is this gift, this treasure she has got!

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Sharon Winter November 15, 2008 at 7:13 AM Your sister is so lucky to have you. Congrats on your win in the Mental Illness contest. Touches the heart deeply. Love, Shar

Deneen White October 14, 2008 at 5:56 PM there will come a time when sickness will be no more, nor mourning nor outcry nor pain will be no more the former things will have passed away, and he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, Revelation 21:4 keep the faith, great ribute to your sister, take care D-nyce

Christopher Higgins October 14, 2008 at 4:08 AM I love this tribute. It reveals love and thankfulness. I love the way you write and are able to convey your ideas with ease. Great work.