Love Tree
10 April 2018My Gift To You
A poem about carers and the (often unrecognised) importance of their role in cancer survivorship. The poem is called My Gift to You– because friends who care and carers are apart of the gift we have been given the greatest gift of all life.
This timeless peaceful place
Washed over me
My mind set free
To say the words that means so much to me
Feelings kept close to my heart
About the present and the past
The doubts and fears I have gone through
That brought me to this Majestic place
You think of me when I’m not there
You wonder how I am
You care if I’m all right and doing well
Your gentle thoughts reached out to me
At a time in my life when chaos showed its hand
You helped to set me free
To talk about the things
That means so much to me
A value that seemed lost
Is once again restored
I really am so proud of you
The things you say and do
The times you’ve helped me
Battle through
You took the time to listen
To understand
You reached out a hand
To stop me falling
If I am down you
Help me up
And brush me down
With words and deeds
That helped me see
How much you mean
To me
You never judged me
And always understood
You make me smile
Allowed me to cry
The trust and faith I have in you
Will never die
The love and warmth from you
Who have been through so much
Means more because I know
It’s coming from a heart
That understands of our journey
Together and how much
We achieved
We have come a long way
Took on the big C
You are magnificent
That will never change
Family and friends forever
How ever far apart
You will always have
A place in our hearts
When you are told you have cancer you are reminded of your own mortality:– the first question you ask yourself is am I going to die: you can see that same question being asked on the faces of your family and friends– and so you take on this fight this battle you never wanted because you have no choice:
that’s what it is a battle for survival the road ahead is littered with pain doubts and sometimes grief: the uncertainty of the outcome invades your mind sometimes peace of mind is hard to find– amongst the drugs, chemotherapy and the surgery the things you have to do to win a fight against an enemy you never see.
I think we have all had those quiet times when it’s just you and your thoughts concerned about the outcome;
You soon realise you are not alone Mums dads brothers sisters husbands wife’s sons daughters family and friends are there ready to fight with you willing you on: some times it may not be a big army one or two people– but its still an army built on love and that’s what counts:
This is a battle where no one gets any medals you are all heroes: we get a medal every time a mum or dad gives us a hug or a knowing look or daughter or son holds our hand that bit tighter: and when our grandchildren call out the names the ones we love to hear Nan and Gramps or a friend text’s you at two in the morning and wakes you up to say I hope you are getting plenty of rest.
But always from the heart
Always remember it was you who help us fight the battle. We also remember those who have lost loved-ones: you should be so proud of them: their courage and your love for them is something that will burn bright forever in your hearts: they will always be with you.
8 months before I was told I had cancer I sat next to a hospital bed holding my wife’s hand for 2 days willing her to live she died we had been married 32 years one day Lynette was there 2 days later she was gone: she has been with me every step of the way: I miss her everyday and I love her to bits.
For over a thousand years people have been coming to this place, because of their faith, to gain strength or to ask for help and support in their time of need. My poem is a tribute to you; my way of saying thank you to family and friends for your faith in us, for your help support and love at the darkest of times: my poem is called My Gift to You– because you are apart of the gift we have been given the greatest gift of all life.
Thank you. For being there Ailsa Shirley Katherine