The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).
In this poem I have tried to touch on loss of family. The “cruel to be kind” line conveys not only trying to protect the grandchildren from seeing their grandarent so ill,but protecting them from seeing how they themselves may end up.
The Grandparent
Visiting time in the nursing home,
The families of others arrive.
She had her hair brushed, luncheon was rushed,
And the wheelchair is pushed to the Drive.
The car pulls up, and her son climbs out,
She’s hoping her grandkids will follow.
His wife steps out too, but no kids follow through;
She gives a false smile, masking sorrow.
They spend the next hour in the garden;
The others’ grandchildren at play.
She’s not seen her own for many a year,
She wishes it wasn’t this way.
The kids are at home with their aunty,
Their dad’s pleas all being in vain;
The women decided, ‘be cruel to be kind’,
And they’ll never see Grandma again.
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