Disease

I reach out slowly to grab a hand, my mother's
She tells me what life is about
She teaches me things I wonder about

I trip and scratch my knee again
My mother holds my hand
Suddenly I'm on my own
Her comforting voice on the phone

I call her name, she comes to me
My mother gives me eyes to see
She's weakening, she cannot stand
And I'm not there to hold her hand

She crys in pain, but not too loud
She's going to heaven on a cloud
I see her face, she smiles still
I climb alone up to the hill
I reach out slowly to grab a hand, my mother's

written 2005