The Epiphany
The phone call changed everything....
As I ran into the hospital room
The tears rolled down my face.
So fragile she was,
In so much pain.
Then it hit me....
Today could be the day I lose her,
As they rushed her to surgery.
....Her recovery was so slow,
So painful.
At her age her body did not cooperate.
Once again it hit me....
I had to be the strong one now.
I had to take care of her.
My mother, who would never again
Be strong and independant.
As she had been her whole life.
....I had always needed her.
She had always been there for me.
Now, she needed me
And I prayed I would not let her down.
for Desiree Birdseye's "Epiphanies" contest
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