My Dear Friend Renoir: a Poem on Life with RA
This poem is one reader’s sentiment about fighting Rheumatoid Arthritis after the model of Renoir.
by Eveira Prados
What a shame I felt and I still feel,
When the contemplation of quitting invaded my mind.
Thoughts that keep telling me,
“What a mess!”
“Is this real?”
“How am I going to survive?”
I took the liberty to write to you this humble letter,
My dear friend Renoir
To tell you my story,
And talk about your art.
One grey day,
While appreciating the beauty of your amazing art,
During one enlightened moment,
Right there and then,
Astonished I realized,
My dear friend Renoir;
That you, the master of artists,
Great virtuoso from the start,
Like me suffered from the same illness,
But in your case unfortunately,
It turned really bad.
Upon that educational second,
My dear friend Renoir.
I promised myself, to make time for me and my tiny world.
I promise I will draw,
I promise I will teach,
I promise I will write,
I promise I will play with my girls.
I promise that RA will not take the best of me,
It will not take my time and determination.
I WILL enjoy what I love and prioritize nothing else!
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Hi Kelly! The poem’s encouraging & inspiring. True that we shouldn’t let RA get the best of us. 🙂
God bless always! 😀
Love the poem, it brought ters to my eyes as I read it, thanks for having it for us to read. I really needed that today to read, cause RA will not take me from me,God Bless
Love the positive nature of this. Great work!
Loved the poem, and I also refuse to let RA wreck me and my life. That is why I am willing to take prednisone, even though I know it’s not ideal, the bene’s outweigh the consequences at this time. Why? – because I can be a grandma to my lovely Freya, pick her up and carry her, rock her to sleep and play peek a boo. I refuse to be a hands off grandma because of RA. The two biologic’s I’ve tried have done nothing for me but make me feel worse. I will not go through trying ten of them, while my life floats by without me.
Love love love it. RA will not take the best part of me!!
I am honor and excited to see that my poem has reached other! R.A. is a condition that is silent and cruel, but we are lucky to be born in this time of history in which we have access to so many medicines that can pause the progression of the condition. Do not give up! Keep fighting!
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