Hey Look Ma, I Made It
You were on the settee, wrapped in blankets. I was sat next to you, showing you videos.
"You won't have to do this." You used to say, so optimistic of how you were.
Time passed. You got worse. The doctors had no clue what was wrong and you just disappered. Brave face on. Fighting all the way.
Hospital visit after hospital visit. School flew by. I got in trouble for having my phone, but I was checking up on you. You stayed at home, didn't seem to get better.
Big year, you were in hospital. 50/50 chance. I had to be told. I got some acting results the day you were going in. I stupidly went to school. I left at lunch, came to see you.
"Hey mumma, I made it." I whispered as I entered your room. You gave me a hug and told me you'd be fine. Told me off for crying, said I was being silly.
A month later you were back home. Better than over. Things were going well, better than they had in years.
At my 18th you gave me a hug as we danced to this song.
"7 years of stuggle but we have made it baby." You told me once we'd finshed singing.
3 months later and those words meant nothing. I watched as they lowered you into the ground, trying to be strong whilst dad fell apart.
3 years on and the pain is still so fresh. I still haven't really come to terms with the fact you are gone. Graduation is approaching and I will be one of those students from the videos. But that is okay. I will stand next to you for a picture like we planned, holding my graduation certificate and I will say, "hey ma, I made it."