That moment when your heart stops
Have you heard about he?
That dreadful word,
Beginning with C
I don't think I can say it out loud
Maybe soon but not right now
We were never close, he and me
Not as close as I would have liked to have been
He helped me through one of my darkest times
And he didn't even know it
I questioned how he felt about me
Which he I received
Well that depended on the day
But he was always there when I wanted him to be
He is still so young
His life before him with two babies of his own
So I did what I'd always done
I wrote him a note
A little yellow post it note
I tried to convey in such few words
The impact he has on us all
I'm positive he will pull through it
He's him and we all know it
I wish I could hold him
I can't imagine how he feels
He has not left my mind since I heard
For the first time in years
I prayed He be there for him
Keep him safe
Bring him back to us
Bring him back to me.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I recently heard some devastating news about a work colleague of mine. I remember sitting in my office trying not to cry. Trying not to change how I looked at him, how I felt about him. So I did the only thing I know... I wrote this and wrote him a note.
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Not nice to hear sad news and it’s only natural to care out of a good heart..I’m sure he appreciated your kind words🌹
Thank you Thoughts in Time. Appreciate your comment.
Anytime a pleasure 🌹
All your warm concern for a known friend shines from these sad lines dear Clara - - there is no worse a fear these days than the word beginning with C - your note will no doubt bring him comfort and while there is life there is hope my old Gran used to say........ bless you for your kindness to a work colleague.
Thank you very much Fay. Your Gran definitely had a point, there is a lot of hope.
A sensitive write Clara - and not him alone, as you say. His wife/partner and kiddies too.
A prayer or two for comfort, yes - in senses of 'solace' and old-fashioned 'strengthen'.
Well, a bit differently, some colleagues may get on our wick. We may wish to throw them out of the window several floors up! Doh!
But that's a bit irrelevant, compared to this.
Thanks O, his family are very much at the front of my mind at the moment.
Oh, and I definitely don't view all this way. I've been there, ready to open that window as you say haha!
Thanks Clara. On less emotional note - you opening that window there? And not for fresh air! Well, yes, cos you want to get rid of wind-bags! lol.
The dreadful C is among us and thriving.... it's inside me right now and i am fighting it with my everything.
From a person so afflicted let me tell u this, i've met so many sufferers and not one of them wants to be treated different to how u always treated them. I fought not to tell my son because i feared different treatment i fought the fear of being treated as something 'else'. Don't do it. Don't avoid talking C but talk about other stuff too. He hasn't changed at all. He's just been invaded by something he will fight to be rid of.
Heartfelt
DA, thank you so much for your words, perspective and input here. I certainly plan not to treat him any differently, he is a very proud man. To look at him, you wouldn't know any differently. Just goes to show, like yourself, you never truly know what people are going through. What they are fighting. Continue your fight Dusk...... thank you again. Truly.
That C word can be so debilitating but it should be discussed as d a has said. A good friend of mine has been diagnosed with it but her strength of mind and purpose shows every time we talk about it, we can still talk of the things that are also in our minds.
Definitely, I won't let it define him but I won't ignore it either... I suppose its just finding that balance. To stay true to the person he is but not allow him to feel that everyone has just moved on and left him to this fight alone. Thank you for reading and commenting GF.
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