With less than three weeks to go, I thought it would be good to have a break from me wittering on about running and concentrate on the charity I’m raising money for. For the next three Wednesdays I’m going to post a poem as a reminder about SANDS and who they are there to help. Thank you to Rachel for letting me share these with you.
by Rachel Butterworth
There is no hope left anywhere in the world
I have taken it all and made it into the shape of my own heart
My own lungs caught in a single breath
The clock on the delivery room wall
My husband’s hand gripping mine as if to break it
Everything on this earth squeezed into that one moment
Where they might be wrong
Where life might grant a miracle
Like it does for others – why not for us ?
Why not for her ?
Where all the scans and tests can’t account for what life can do
In that moment where she just might cry
Where somehow she will be revived
Breathe the oxygen in the room
Take what I am breathing
As I hold my breath
Everything else in this world has stopped
I have taken not just hope but time
I’ll give it all to her
Cry just once please
The moment’s too long
It isn’t going to happen is it ?
And it’s all released back out of me
Take your hope back
Take all the time you need
It’s no use to me now