I wrote a poem for my Mother who lives with me and my fiance because she has end stage COPD and is on an oxygen concentrator 24/7. #Caregiving
-Mother-
Some years ago I learned the tale
Of the woman who had been woven
From a golden light
Who brought that sunlight with her to bring the day back to life
It's said any place her smile would go
Wiltted flowers would bloom
With a secret magic
That would vanish lonely feelings from dark rooms
She was a silent fighter
With a demon sitting on her lungs
Often stealing the breath right from her
But could not conqure the prayers on her tounge
As the demon grows more heavy
Her heart weighs in tow
Pained by the weakness
But she'll never let you know
Her soul and heart remain warm
Untouched by the cold
They call her a living angel
Her tale woven by heavens gold