Every day I woke up
to paint my red, rising sun-
A giant apple,
redder than the one in my art book.
Every day I woke up
a few minutes late.
The doctors said
My eyes were failing me.
A mist was going to cover them soon.
The doctors said
My knees were failing me.
The wheelchair could be donated soon.
The doctors said
My fingers were failing me.
The brush would fall to the ground soon.
The doctors never said
Hope would find me soon.
Their words like ghosts
Terrified my heart.
In the fear of falling apart
I woke up late.
Everyday.
People brought flowers
And words of courage.
” the darkest hour is just before dawn.
never give up, dear Mon.”
Very dimly it stuck to my brain
My darkest hour will last
As long as my faith in the doctors’ refrain.
One day I woke up
Along with the rising sun.
Redder than my imagination.
The redder it got
The more paint I mixed.
And once I had my rising sun
I knew there would only be dawns
In my way.
Hope keeps us all alive- nice one!
So touching
Nice one ma’am!!😊
Nice:)
Thanks 🙂
wow! well penned!
Thank you. 🙂
very touching, must say
Thank you. 🙂