FATE
Is it possible to slip through an open door,
to realize you can’t hope for any more.
To notice insanity is strong,
stronger than our sanity.

My Mother,
her sadness washes over me.
Her sadness echoes, leaving me empty.
Her eyes water as thoughts
and worries consume her.   

Emotion grows,
like hunger gnawing at your insides.
A whine escapes my brother,
begging to leave.
Importance is stronger than ever,
adding to my Mom’s stress.

Time slows,
as mother grasps the solid handle.
She pushes down to the desired angle,
the door is heavy of anticipation,
It gets heavier each second.
We all inhale,
                 
Preparing to see the patient.

That lies just ahead.

The first steps in,
that chalky face.
One I know I won’t forget,
she lies in the bed.
We slowly approach.
My mothers stress is heavy,
it suddenly coats the room,
like fresh paint.
As she ponders,
what her next move is.
Swiftly her mouth opens,
the delicate whisper.
Her words dripping from her mouth like honey,
“Mom?”