A very dear…



A very dear man asked me to put to words his hearts cry regarding his close relative ALS condition.
Below are the words that I wrote for him and this is dedicated to all ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis) sufferers and their families


There was a Time


There was a time when I could roll amongst the grass

And smell the fragrance of the flowers drift past

There was a time when I could tackle a ball

And laugh at a sudden impromptu fall


There was a time when I reached my love by the hand

And wrestled my children with movement on demand

There was a time when I could utter a word

And leave a lasting impression on those who heard


Then suddenly without a whispered warning

My world began to transform, change was dawning

My capabilities to feel, speak, move, were stripped away

And I entered a prison unwillingly to stay


A silent killer crawled into my cell

Unyielding me to be free to dwell

Chained by its debilitating deforming loom

Transforming my body from life to doom


Within this prison I can no longer talk

Inside my skin my limbs forbid me to walk

There is much I would love to share

To reassure you that I’m still here


Remember me, there was a time

When living and life was fully mine

Remember I smiled, danced, spoke and played

Remember me in life, try not to be dismayed


A time is coming when I will be set free

To run, walk, sing, breathe and dance with glee

The angels will take me by the hand

And there I know with dignity I will stand


Salwa Samra © 2010    (officially written 09.03.09 )

All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or part without permission is prohibited.


*Dedicated in memory of Wajdi Abou Antoun, and to all ALS patients and their families.*    



About salwasamra

Salwa is the owner and creator of Poet's Room. Salwa has a passion to have Poetry rise from the ashes of days gone by to modern day reading material. Poet’s Room will offer the reader the opportunity to sit within its room, enjoy of its surroundings through words that will touch any reader. Pick and choose from Salwa's varied assortments. Poet’s Room is welcoming, intriguing, and inspiring. Take a tour, relax, contemplate and enjoy the variety of Poetry. www.salwasamra.com Salwa has authored two books, a Non Fiction book - "Web of Losing Me," and "Poet's Room - Volume I." As a writer of Non-Fiction, Poetry, Creative Writings and Fiction, Salwa extends herself in many writing projects. Salwa has contributed a short story - Dreams Didgeridoo - to an Australian Anthology. Salwa is currently working on her third book - Colour Me In - a fiction story of a young lady and her forceful culture. Salwa's Lebanese culture is deep-seated in poetry and philosophy, her writings are influenced by her historic culture. Throughout Salwa's growing years her father habitually recited Arabic Poetry. Though Salwa couldn't understand most of the poetic words because they were in classic Arabic it truly did have an impact on her and her writings. The richness of the words, the depths of affluence on Salwa's cultural history, traditions, and customs, has truly reigned in Salwa to follow through in her poetic writings. Salwa commit's herself to continue in this depth from her culture, and its richness of philosophy and poetry. Her desire is to encourage the reader to think beyond what is written, to contemplate life's experiences, to long to be intrigued, and inspired, thus, Salwa finds herself writing about topics that reflect nature, emotions, sentiment, and experiences of the human body, mind, and spirit, consequently, reaching further into the culture that built in Salwa the love for poetry, the passion for writing. Salwa's Christian faith is another integral facet of her writings, being the cornerstone of her inspirations. Her study in Theology and Creation has influenced Salwa to share with her readers the beauty, diversity and challenges the world has to offer.
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6 Responses to   A very dear…

  1. Violet says:

    So sad, but yet beautifully written!
    Being diagnosed with anything is hard!

    • salwasamra says:

      Hello Violet, so very true – being diagnosed with anything is truly hard. Thanks so much for you likes and reads 🙂

      • Violet says:

        And especially having it your whole life; im in a wheelchair. I really liked this poem! i know how hard it is. Love your poems 🙂

  2. salwasamra says:

    Violet, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. I feel so humbled by you, the strength anyone has to live in the confines of a wheel chair is beyond words. You are more than able, in more ways then you think. It is us that are free and running that are at times bound.

  3. silentfingers says:

    After reading this, I bow my head to you, Salwa. Not only for the reason how so compassionately you have weaved an emotions in such thoughtful words. But for the reason that you are among the few writers I have come across who doesn’t “waste words.” Each one of your pieces have a purpose. As writers or poets it is the least we could offer to the world.

    Wishing you life and light. And holing in my prayers all the people who are silently and bravely keeping their souls alive, through this “one challenging moment” called Life. Bless them all.

  4. salwasamra says:

    That is so very kind of you to share, Stillfingers. You have so much to offer to this world, as you are doing, please keep it up. You write so beautifully. I immensely enjoy reading your pieces. Blessings to you too, my dear 🙂

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