I Wonder Why
Every day my thoughts are spinning
Have I really lost or could I be winning
Not a lot has come to a change
Except life's adventure she can't arrange
So she throws out stories she believes are true
I go along telling her how great it was and something again we must do
In front of her I won't shed a tear
I'll only make sure she knows that I am here
She eats very little but full her plate we kept
There when she wakes and while she's slept
Some day she has no idea who I may be
I take care of her is all she can see
People ask how I can drop my every day routine
To those people all I say is " That is what Love really means"
Put on your big boy pants and for awhile forget about fun
Believe each moment you have could be the last one
Her pain I just can not sooth and she hurts every time I help her more.
She has been huge part of this life I am in
She was there before it even would first begin
Easier this wouldn't ever get
She slowly dieing and all I can do is sit
Tear in my eyes and falling apart
No matter what she's got a big place in my heart
I wonder if I will make this through
While second guessing all that I do
When she passes who should I blame
Do I express myself or call it God's claim
Some say I am doing nothing more then baby sitting
But the work this all takes they just aren't getting
For 3 days I've helped her as I cried
I ask God, To Take her , how could you decide
Believe this has Humbled me more then just a little bit
This is the part of life I wasn't prepared to hit
Mean , tough and heartless many times I have been Described
That whole side of me is now filled with helping and pride
As I sit back help, shed tears as to handle this all I try
But God why pick me to show " How I Lie"
On her last day who can really blame
Or do I thank God,"For taking her and ending her pain ?"
I do feel that I've done my part
That doesn't make it easier for my broken heart
There is something I really don't get
Good people die while on this earth the rotten one's still sit!
I know God does things in his very own way
but I am beginning to wonder," Does he hear me when I pray!
An Uncle Charlie Original
An Uncle Charlie Original
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2010
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