The Poem

The poem

These words were once the feelings of a woman created through fear

Put on paper for the reality when told death was near

She couldn't accept the last thing her Dr. had to say

Wishing he would take back the last sentence she began to pray

Not quite ready to let go of her family and leave this world behind

As the cancer destroyed her body these words are what laid on her mind

I wonder what's the matter with me

Nothing seems right the way it should be

Each day my mind seems to get worse

It's as if there is a curse

Deep down inside I know the truth

It's hidden in a cubicle or a booth

I know if i just had someone to talk to

To let it all out yes that would do

I need some time to be alone

To be by myself ,to be in another time zone

Years after our mother passed on this poem was found

Hidden away waiting for the day the lord knew we were bound

He knew when ready we would hold it dear

For every word we read we shed a tear

Realizing now how alone she must have felt in her time of need

Forever she's in our hearts showing her my love with every word you read..