Battling Mom's Cancer Poem by Mary Anne Smith

everyone asks how is she doing?
Is she tired? sick? or slow?
But each one gets the same scripted info
She's strong, brave, and grooving

But With this response
They feel their obligation is finished
They think we're fine and undiminished
Giving us a great gift of their remorse

I wish they could see behind this veil
save me from my own kept jail
Seeing her so small and frail
The idea she would leave I couldn't scale

She is my mom
She kept me safe from every nightmare
She held me in her arms
Her loss I can't bare.

everyone asks how she is doing
or how dad or sister is feeling
but the one question no asking
Is how are you doing

I pray someone would finally ask
see me from behind this mask
I might lose a mother
and i feel comfort from no other

When someone finally questions
how are you doing
I have no scripted procession
Falling at there pursing

I can't handle expressing my thoughts
It's all one giant knot
I run a with fear yet I feel free
someone care, someone, sees me