My Anchor

 

Fear is what’s dearest to our hearts.

The thought of being held apart.

 

What's going to happen next?

 

Death?

 

Misery?

 

Solution?

 

           I do not know

 

Time will only show.

 

Diabetes can be fatal.

 

It can't be molded like play doh.

 

Constant stress, Constant desire

 

Hurts my mothers will of fire.

 

Days and nights of countless shifts

 

All she needs is one small lift.

 

Her Feet all Battered

 

Feet all Scraped

 

           So much stress, it’s a disgrace..

 

This is fear.

 

The hardships that bring us to tears.

 

She my anchor

 

She’s my rock

 

She’s always there when I am blocked.

 

One word away,

 

she’ll save the day

 

She’s my mother, she won’t

 

Betray

This poem is about: 
My family

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