A Poem For My Mother

Every small sore is numbing pain As if morning can't see the rain Every small touch on your light skin Makes the world like it stops to spin Teardrops can't mend your heart's sorrow As if night has no tomorrow The days are counted like a few May God still give you lots of new For my mother who currently and coincidentally suffers from breast cancer and undergoes chemotherapy. I may not be that financially stable to help because of my condition and we had some differences before, but may this poem find you a morning sunshine and a holding rail. Thanks to my sister In law Christy and my brother Marvin and all who extend their sympathies December 1, 2023