Heart and stomach tied in knots. Sitting. Waiting.
Hearing naught. Wondering why? Wondering if?
Wondering if it's worse. Praying. Hoping everything
will be better. Thoughts constantly straying. Wishing
we could stay with Mom. Praying. Afraid to leave the
hospital. Scared to death of losing Mom. Afraid to think
of losing her. Praying more. Wondering what to do. Think
about losing her.
Crying. Sobbing. Wiping tears away. Crying more. Praying
more. Hoping against all hope. Not listening to the doctors
when they say she might not make it. Hating them for saying
it - for wanting us to give up on Mom. No way. We can't let
her go - she is too much alive! Our love can keep her going.
Praying. Miracles do happen. We know they do because she's
here. She's still alive. Doctors aren't God - they can't
say who'll live or die. Only God - that's why we pray to Him.
Heart and stomach tied in knots. Sitting. Waiting.
Hearing naught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem