This poem was written after the death of my mother and was dedicated to my sisters. For some reason, this has been on my mind for the last few days....
We, Your Daughters
You fought to keep death at bay.
We, your daughters, watched as you retreated
And entered your own world.
We, your daughters, cried silent tears.
Your eyes, once vibrant with life
Faded to dulled glass.
Your hands, once so expressive
Shook with a life of their own.
Your sharp mind was no more and
In its place, a jumble of disconnected thoughts.
Your voice which could inspire fear or comfort
Now quieted to low muttering.
We, who were never enough
Held your hand.
We, who wanted your love
Stroked your brow.
We, burdened and hurt, kept vigil for you.
Rest in peace, Mom
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