Tremors


A body so weak and fragile laid to rest
Free from the illness that caused such suffering and sorrow
Through all the years you did your best
Though now for you there is no tomorrow

Hiding behind false smiles to pretend
When alone silently crying to be relieved of the pain
All the nights awake praying for an end
No more lost time waiting in vain

Pleasures restricted by the shakes that controlled
No freedom to enjoy while confined to a bed
Speech had gone leaving stories untold
In peace at last you can rest your head

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This was written about my grandmother who died from Parkinson's disease in 2007. She had it for as long as I can remember. I stayed with her and could hear her cry so often suffering from the pain in her legs. In the end she couldn't walk or talk anymore.