Seven Months On

I watched a Facebook memory today

They often just pop up

It took me seven years back, 

With you and your toy pup. 

Seven years ago today, 

You decided you could walk

It was you, me and Nana, 

In the playroom near the chalk!

We were VERY proud , 

 I hope somehow you knew it,

We’d waited a longtime for steps

Rather than a ‘shuffle as you sit’.

Fast forward now to more recent times, 

These memories aren’t quite the same

Because I remeber all too easily, 

The day the bad news came.

Eight months ago today, 

My world changed for ever,

I took you to the doctors, 

You weren’t feeling very clever.

The GP who we saw, 

Was calm but couldn’t fix it

“Go and check at the hospital” he said, 

It’s better than to risk it.

That night at the hospital,

We got the worst news we ever could, 

Within a few split seconds they said,

“Leukaemia”, something wrong with your blood.

You weren’t in the room right then,

They’d taken me to the side,

You were happily playing games,

Whilst Nana and I dried our eyes.

Seven months ago today,

After you’d fought so hard all month,

You were doing so very well,

There was no more leukaemia in your blood!

We didn’t get that news,

Until a few months later on,

 So we never got to celebrate,

That leukaemia had gone.

Instead that very same day,

Came some devastating news,

You’re little body gave up,

Whilst you were in the operating theatre having a snooze.

The medication had been too harsh,

You’d fought a nasty infection too,

But there were no warning signs,

That it was all too much for you.

Here one moment, gone the next,

You never did stay still!

You were now at peaceful rest,

No longer feeling ill. 

How has life has been since then?

I don’t know where to start,

All that I can say is,

I have a broken heart

We try to be all positive,

To be as brave as you, 

You touched so many people,

Who will never forget you.

So it’s nice to see this time hop,

Pop up and see you up near,

Because it’s often this part of the month,

When I’ve faced head on a fear.

Be it fear of what could happen, 

Now that you could walk,

To the fear of making sense,

 Of all the doctors’ talk.

Then there’s fear of life after,

Now we can’t hold you near, 

And worries about the future, 

For others we hold so dear.

Two months ago today,

People started to close their doors,

Sadly coronavirus means, 

Being with people is safe no more.

In some strange way I’m glad,

That you don’t have to live through this,

Because it’s really not easy,

Not seeing those who we miss.

Coronavirus takes no prisoners, 

Ironically that’s what lockdown for you would mean,

In isolation tucked away,

Where we could keep everything extra clean. 

So today is a funny day, 

Half a year since you passed,

So much since has happened,

But the old memories will always last. 

These are the ones that keep us going,

Remind us of your mischief and your cheer,

And these are the ones I cling onto, 

Now I can’t hold you near.