Mourning What is Lost – My Weekly Poem 3/28/2022

I mourn the loss of those who pass
as the things that will not be.
Like the best man I would not have
when my best friend was lost to me.

But sickness brings a constant loss
while the sick still live and breath
and as dad declines, I face the fact
that days are gifts not guaranteed.

There was a time, early on,
when treatments tried to gain
a thing or two he still could do
but now, just push out pain.

Who decides how long to cling
to life without much living?
Can treatments pause long enough
for the love we could be giving?

It’s not a choice we choose to face,
it’s things we just push through.
Each tiny loss can be put away
when the sum is not put on you.

When I’m away, I get to say,
that my dad is still hanging on,
but as life still clings, he’s remembering
a lift that’s already gone.


Photo by Patrick De Boeck on Pexels.com

This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Two Sides of Loss.

Published by Vos - Poetry and Prose

IT Professional by day – Creative Muse by night

2 thoughts on “Mourning What is Lost – My Weekly Poem 3/28/2022

  1. Your poem reminded me of my mum, who after a year and a bit of cancer treatment decided, it was no longer worth putting up with all this chemo nonsense, the gains were no longer worth the price. Like you say: ‘Who decides how long to cling to life without much living?’ I think your writing about loss is very relatable. I particularly liked the line ‘Like the best man I would not have when my best friend was lost to me’ in the opening stanza, alluding, without going into any detail.

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