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