Delicate Petal


 Her face is wan, pinched and drawn.
Her eyes are void, empty and lost.
Another yawn, but the headache’s gone.
And now she’ll count the cost.

How long before another one?
Little or no time to recuperate;
to grow strong, retaliate or run.
She won’t have long to wait.

Washed out, frail, stressed and frustrated;
she ponders about the world and life.
Why, she asks, was I created
if life is nothing more than strife?

How can she piece her life together?
Glass always shatters the moment she touches.
No matter how careful, or how clever,
‘Normality’ seems to escape her clutches.

Aspirations are not for her.
Career paths, achievements, holidays and events;
we take for granted what she must defer.
Employment and family don’t make sense.

Her life is dark, governed by pain.
Time is infinite when you are feigning brave
with no relief, pleasures to abstain.
Migraine has yet another slave.

I know her pain, a family trait,
But hers is worse, destroying her will.
I worry about her psychological state,
quite apart from her physical ill.

Too little is known of the monster Migraine;
and doctors failed and are failing still
to listen as we endeavour to complain.
‘You’ll be fine’, they say. ‘Take another pill’.

Well she wasn’t fine. Nor is she now.
Pills and remedies, therapies galore
have had little effect, but most endow
disappointment; closure of another door.

So I watch and hope that new research
will unveil secrets, destroy Migraine’s hold.
For millions deserve their rainbow perch;
A future; life and dreams untold.

It won’t be long…I see the look.
Her face is ashen, her walk unsteady.
He doesn’t need an appointment book,
he strikes when his victim is least ready.

Her pain is my sorrow, for I understand
inwardly cry for her; please may she settle.
All I can do is give my heart and my hand
to my wonderful daughter; my delicate petal.





2 Responses to “Delicate Petal”

  1. 1 kimmikat
    November 16, 2007 at 12:04 pm

    poppy | fitches@paradise.net.nz | IP:

    This one made me cry Susie. Sometimes other peoples pain is harder to bear than our own. I love the title Delicate Petal

    Nov 16, 2:56 AM — [ Edit

  2. 2 kimmikat
    November 16, 2007 at 12:05 pm

    kimmikat | zannazu@yahoo.com | IP:

    I can’t remember how the title came about exactly. I think it hit me when I was visualizing my daughter and seemed apt in all ways, so that was it! I agree about pain being hard when you are watching…as you feel helpless and guilty, angry, etc. But I think overwhelming sadness was the main one for me.
    As a footnote, my daughter is much better, at the moment, the frequency being less, so fingers crossed!
    Thanks again Poppy. You can dry the tears now lol!:)

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