You used to sing
When your heart was light
Your voice so harmonious
When life was easier
I remember that time
When your heart sang too
Joy came visiting
More often than now
Your voice went silent
Many years ago
Tunes of resentment
Are your music instead
Now fear has crept in
Pain has joined too
They’ve settled in deep
Happiness pushed out
No longer able
No longer can
Simple tasks
Bring you grief
Face contorted
With anguished woe
You’ve clutched so tight
To your suffering,
It’s made its home
Within your bones
And with your acceptance
It’s come right in
Can’t let it go
It’s become a friend,
A crutch, a tool
To have its way
We try our best
To give you help
To serve and attend
And offer assist
But your bitterness flies
And attacks our worth
Our spirit crushes
Underneath the assault
Poor, poor mother
We fill up with compassion
Such a dilemma…
We wish you well
I submit a revised version of a poem I posted previously; Victoria C. Slotto invites us to try our hand at writing in second person over at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2012/12/13/dverse-meeting-the-bar-2/
