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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #498881
A poem about how my mother's sickness affected me and my family.
She was always there,
Strong and steadfast,
She took care of me every day,
Called me sweetheart,
And made sure I did my homework.
Then one winter it stopped.
The youth in her eyes I had never noticed,
Began to fade.
I didn’t think she would die,
But not knowing made me scared.
Now I was taking care of her.
I worried that if I didn’t do a good job,
Her sparkle might be lost forever.
I was afraid,
Afraid to go into her room,
Afraid that anything I did,
Might make her worse.
I cried a lot.
But never in front of her,
I never let her see me cry,
I never let her know how scared I was.
Every night I asked myself why,
Why would a woman so wonderful and selfless
Deserve this?
In time her life returned.
But every time I’m sick or just feel overwhelmed,
I remember everything my mother went through that winter,
And everything she goes through every day,
And I smile,
Because I am more grateful than she will ever know,
Even though I never let her see me cry.
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