Helpless Hands
For one who helps so many,
giving aid and relief,
to watch a loved one in need,
strains me to the core.
To be sidelined,
no longer an accessory,
reduced to normalcy,
rips out my soul,
one thread at a time.
To watch as you wither,
unable to combat this enemy,
that strikes young and old,
makes me feel impotent.
Unable to kill this hydra,
I silently watch
as you wilt away.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2006
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