Monday, March 2, 2009


This is a dedication to my Grandad, i wrote this poem seconds after finding out his strokes weren't all strokes, some were combined with the case of being epileptic..


It drops you to the floor
Your whole body shaking
You cant control yourself
No-one can help

They throw a pillow under you
To stop you hurting yourself
They move the chairs
So they cant harm you

Your wishing it would stop
As your loved ones around you look on with shock

You grit your teeth tight
As you start to slowly still
You look at their faces
And see all their tears

You wish they hadn't seen that
You wish it wasn't so
But too late before you say it
They already know.

(C) Emma Shaw - 12th March 2008

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