The Most

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The Most

 

THE MOST

 

My mother is the queen of my home

She takes the role of my mother and father

Since my father never really cared enough to actually be there

She has taken care of me since I was little

Emotionally and Physically

She’s my rock and my shoulder to cry on

She’s the person who always helps me when I’m down

Now I realize that all the help and comfort she has given me since I was born

I will not be able to give back

See, she is dying from cancer

The illness that helps people see what truly important in life

But at the same time it tears your insides apart

And lest you feel all the pain there is in the world to feel inside of you

Now all I think about is how scared I am for her

And can’t image life with her

See she’s supposed to see me graduate from high school and college

She’s supposed to be there when I get married and see me walk down the aisle

She’s supposed to last forever

But I know that she can’t and everybody has to go sometime

I just never thought it would be this soon

Or that her last weeks, days and hours would be so painful

See I see her pain everyday and have to face the fact that I can’t do anything besides be there

She is so brave to face this alone

But that’s my mother

My mother who is so strong

My mother in which I can’t do anything to dull the pain

My mother who feels all the pain there is to feel in her feet and legs

My mother who I am losing every moment of the day and can’t hold on to

I watch all the pain in her eyes just knowing that she probably won’t see me or my brother grow up

But she should always remember one thing

She will always be in my mind, heart and soul

Because she is the only one who is permanently engraved in my heart

As the most loved, admired and strong

 

MOTHER

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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