Fighter - For My Daughter

This is a very personal poem to me. its about my daughter having an operation that saved her life. This just expresses how i felt. please feel free to comment.

STOP! NO! LET HER BE!

She's only a baby!

A little one to me.

If only they could see!

They strap her down

And pull me back.

A muzzle to mask the sound.

Then, silence. Black.

Yet ready for the attack.

Screams of muffled torture,

I swear that if they hurt her

A mothers scorn they shall feel

Like a tigress starving for her last meal.

They knock her out...

A scream as she goes under.

I'm pushed. I'm torn. Without a doubt,

Yet I can not put a sunder

The feelings whilst in slumber.

I scream and shout,

“Doc help me out!”

Silence as I'm dragged

Like a patient to be gagged

To a room where silence is ever...still

"LORD, i feel ill!"

I pace the halls

And bang on metaphorical walls.

My insides are out

And consumed with only doubt...

A distant phone. It rings.

I stop and freeze.

have they cured this disease?

But fear consumes my heart.

A nurse appears, looking at her chart

A frown upon her face...

I brace for the worst

My stomach 'simmers'

Like a volcano about to erupt

But...

A glint of hope, it glistens.

As I burst through the doors...

I run don't stop don't take a breath until my eyes behold her...

Sleeping peacefully.

And with a love that's grown much deeper,

I walk to her side and with a smile I greet her.

As she wakes. I swell with pride.

Her bravery is my guide.

And never leave her side.

A few days later

The timing couldn't of been greater,

For the cloths to be removed,

And there is revealed

A long neat grove

As proof of the truth...

It sickens me to see

The scar they laid upon her!

It may as well have been me!

I allowed them to hurt her!

To cut and to scar her.

Yet...

In momentary pain,

A life she has to gain...

So I truly know, it has not all been in vain...

By underwriter    10/12/2010

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

If I had two good eyes they'd both be gushing. There is some fiendish writing happening here today. real heart in feeling. The distress of a mother with no way to help. The feeling of broken screams and no way to aid the one who cant help themselves. Doctors become villians. I have a peace for my daughter. We're a few weeks off of it but unlocking it makes me regress like a hermit.

Wonderful and steam inducing.

[FleetingReveries]

This is so beautiful! I was anxious just reading the poem! I hope your daughter is doing well! :)

[OT]

this is very sad! and very moving! you write very well here! and choose perfect words to convey your meanings along with some great metaphors!!!

favourite lines:

"I pace the halls
and bang on metaphorical walls
my insides are out
and consumed with only doubt
a distant phone."

[Bette]

i read this with shimmering eyes. well done, on the poem and on being strong enough to handle this. my son had TUBES in his ear, nothing serious really but i was so panicked about them putting him to sleep that i almost came outta my skin. strong words strong woman again well done.

[DeViouS]

Such depth, such feeling, so much emotion - a brilliant description of such a difficult experience!

[KAREN]

Sad, but beautiful all in one!!

[Sarah Jane]

Wow, this is so sad. But I agree that a mothers scorn is worse than any anger or hate. I love this. One of my favorites

[cfix]

Oh my goodness this is such a sad write. So much pain in this.
I am so sorry about this. Feelings are so heartbreaking.

[Cats Eye]

i can feel the pain and terror that is expressed in this poem. this is a great write