For My Family
For My Family
I don’t want to die my love,
Not yet, not while the bairns are so small,
I don’t want to die
And leave you a widow
And the kids without their father,
I have courted the coffin before
But not now, not with all the battles
We’ve won for Wyatt and Sahara.
My intellect has often robbed me
In the past, my tongue believing there are
Injustices that need righting,
And though I try to be objective
And consider every thought,
I know I do myself great disfavours –
Believing anybody cares,
I am, a belittled human being
Like multitudes gone before,
A shout in the cacophony of noise
That goes unheard yet,
I know you care my love
I know you dare to shout the same
Woes as I,
I was soldier,
I am now disabled,
Yet,
The bravery be all yours
In coming to this place
Of hard work and even harder looks,
Where you’re judged disabled
Just for the colour of your skin,
And, like I,
I guess you too,
Do not fit into surroundings -
Of violence and scorn!
Forty-seven years I’ve had,
Half of that time suffering
From voices, pain,
Fatigue, heart attack stroke
And blindness,
But now
I’m out of breath making love
To the woman I adore,
I cannot walk the stairs no more
Without feeling faint,
I amble outdoors feeling
The onset of panic attacks,
And I’m crying inside
For every time my children say,
‘I love you Dad.’
I want to see them grow,
Not just grow but prosper too,
And though the world be so Dark,
So damned and cursed,
I want the chance they have
To bring about a life or two,
Three including Fabian;
That is worth a celebration
On each and every Birthday,
Where they still remain giddy
For all the joy that can be brought.
I love you darling,
Thank you for being you,
Thank you for being brave enough
To hold a disabled hand
Where other’s
Sly remarks go by,
Do the best you can should I die
Before they fully grow
And let them know,
I will always love them
With all my heart.
Michael J Waite 11th October 2014
M.C. Newberry
Tue 14th Oct 2014 14:33
Amen to the plea contained in these lines.
We all have our allotted time and must make our
way as best we can, often beset by the cruelties
of chance. To have the grace of knowing joy in
any form that enhances our humanity is a gift
that should be honoured and treasured.
Living well is not all about material things.