my mom is faced with the fact that her grandmother may be dying…below was written for her.
so she cries, and it hurts like i caused it myself
she can’t talk for the effort to breathe
i try to find words that i feel i’m equipped with
but nothing comes out as i freeze
she wants to be strong but i know that she’ll stay
where she is, in her deepest of blue
she is hurting so bad all she knows is her sad
there is nothing anybody can do
by the time it has landed-that very first tear
i know what the ending will be
by the end of the night i will put her to bed
where she’ll sob well into her sleep
when she wakes from no rest with the sun the next day
she is tired, emotional-but drained
it’s all over her face, weighing down each breath
all the heartache in the world, all the pain
so she cries, and it hurts like i caused it myself
as she prays that her prayers aren’t in vain
i love your words…you are 1 heckuva poet, my dear. what i like so much is that you are compact with your lines/words…but your sentiment is as expansive as the universe. lines like the first four blow me away at each and every read.
i don’t know that i have ever read words that captured grief sooooo well…wow…wow…that just sums it all up