Watching Mom Sleep

I sit in the hospital room
Watching mom sleep
Her transition is close
Breathing labored

I sit in the hospital room
Watching mom sleep
Her body frail, hair gone
I am reminded of her true strength

I sit in the hospital room
Watching mom sleep
Playing games we pretend
We are bodies, small, weak and dying

Peace enfolds me and holds me close
Love surrounds each thought I think
I am reminded that
I cannot die
I am never a victim
I am eternally unchanged and unchanging
So is she

 

 

 


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