Poem: Holding Tight
Holding Tight
Tender did I see her,
sickly
and pale.
Was she sick?
or
was she dying?
closer I went,
seeing her
lying
in her
bed.
Didn't know
what
to say.
Her breathing
was
hard
It seemed
to
take
all her
ENERGY.
None.
None left
in
her tiny
body.
Touch was so
cold
her eyes
seeming to be
lost.
"Mom?"
Her eyes turn
towards mine
without
the turn
of her
head.
"You'll be okay,
right?"
A tear rolled down
from her
eye
and off
her cheek.
Her lips,
they
cracked
with her soft
given smile.
"It's okay mom."
All
I could
give
was a smile
back.
I stood there,
feeling helpless,
holding
on
to her
hand.
As though I
could
save her
if I just held tight
enough.
But
it wasn't
Mom.
By Michelle N. Vos