Out of the Water
Out of the water
come's my emotion's
I am a care taker.
some day's it feel's
like I am drowning.
I take care of my mother
you see,
watching her in pain and suffering
it just seem to consume me.
Out of the water
I try to take deep breath's
while thinking, why do the other
family member's seem to stay away,
don't they see I need help
with our mother today.
As I sit by her bed ,
I know they heard what I said!
Out of the water
it is the waiting as a care taker
it get to be to much,
as the days go flying by
and not leaving the house
I get a strange feeling
like lonely and out of touch.
I know when the day come's
and her life will come to a end,
I will be sad to lose my mother
and my best friend.
Out of the water
Copyright © Sharlotte Newan | Year Posted 2015
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