My Anchor


Fear is what’s dearest to our hearts.

The thought of being held apart.


What's going to happen next?








           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



This poem is about: 
My family


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