A Sad Smile

Poem By Lenore Lee

I look upon my Nanna's shallow form,
Her sunken eyes show an unending storm.
Tubes stuck in her arms, neck and belly,
She strains her eyes to watch the telly.
To breathe for her is a machine,
I know to see me she is keen.
Ulcers in her stomach lining,
Bleeding skin covered in binding.
She's had fifteen heart attacks in a week,
It's no wonder she cannot even speak.
I put on a plastic gown,
And go to her, not wanting to frown.
She smiles at me; trying not to cry,
I beam back, hoping she won't die.

Comments about A Sad Smile

Nice flow - very descriptive
Hope your Nanna will recover very soon. A very touching poem. A good write. Smile.
A heartfelt write that clearly shows your great love for your nanny and also your great poetic talent! ! I take this opportunity to wholeheartedly thank you for all your valuable and well appreciated comments on my poems! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! Love and Peace for always! Romeo-New York City http: //www.romeodellavalle.com
It's a beautiful smile, it was like a trapped bird wanna be free and fly, fly to say to you don't don't be worry about me, Allah with me :) If God's willing she's gonna be okay soon to keep up the promise to make you smile :)
Beautiful poem, Lenore. Your nanny must be proud of you. I hope she will recover to enough of health to be able to read or hear more of your poems. She and your family are in my prayers. Lots of strength for all of you


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