My Granny's Dying

I wrote this poem as my nan is dying of cancer. My granny’s dying. She’s losing so much weight. The hospital walls are all she sees Apart from the garden outside. She can’t pick up her cup of tea anymore. Her dark eyes stare into nothingness. My love for her is being sucked away And her flowery scent is fading. My granny’s dying. She hardly ever eats her food. I’m jealous of Mary, the lady opposite. She’s free, she gets to go home. Granny’s house is always empty. I curl up to her while she tries to hug me. The grief is crushing my heart And everyone is always crying. My granny’s dying. I can’t get it out my mind. I’ll never smell her roast potatoes cooking Or the lavender on her sheets. Her mind is fighting But her body isn’t. We’re all fighting for one thing or another. My granny is fighting the biggest fight of her life. The fight for her life - And she’s losing…

Suzanne - 3 / 6 / 2009