Each Passing Day
With each passing day, the weight on my chest,
Grows heavier as I witness your unrest,
Your hands tremble, your eyes cast down,
Caught in a cycle that makes me frown.
I see the ghost of dad in your weary gaze,
As alcohol’s grip tightens in its haze,
The memories of a life once so grand,
Now slipping away like grains of sand.
I beg you to see, to wake from this trance,
To break free from the bottle’s cruel dance,
I long to hold you, to bring you back,
From the shadows that threaten to attack.
Your pain cuts deep, it pierces my soul,
But I refuse to give up, to lose control,
I’ll fight for you, with all that I am,
To lead you back to where the light began.
Mom, I know you’re in there, waiting to be seen,
Shedding the darkness that lies in between,
I’ll stand by your side, through thick and through thin,
Together, we’ll conquer this battle within.
So hold onto hope, let it be your guide,
As we journey together, side by side,
I’ll never give up, I’ll never go away,
For you, my mom, I’ll always stay.
Copyright © Jeanine Dejesus | Year Posted 2024
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