As she lay dying

I understand

that I can’t be

the reason she lives for.

She has to fight through

this on her own,

finding her own reason

to keep those old hands working,

that weary heart to beating.

And I, too, must search

now, to find my reason

to be here.

One that doesn’t include

spending my life

seeking her love,



9 thoughts on “Mom

  1. Ended up here through Mr. Coyote Blogger, glad he shared it in his blog, nice powerful reading this one, with time I look forward to do what I have denominated
    ¨my cool stalker moves¨ and obviously learn from you and steal some ideas.
    Good to read you.

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