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

Comments 2 comments

Fullerman5000 profile image

Fullerman5000 5 years ago from Louisiana, USA

This was beautiful. Sad, but very well written. I have been there seeing someone you love pass away. Death is not a fun thing to expierence. Great choice of words. voted beatiful.


Foxies Words profile image

Foxies Words 5 years ago from Boston, MA Author

Thank you very much for your compliment, Fullerman5000.

This poem still gets to me every time that I read it.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working