My Life Inspiration: My Mother
She stands there looking superior, sans champagne,
But with morality and discipline
The disease affects her body, but not her hope.
Truth seeps through her lips to her family,
Like a bomb dropping out of nowhere into minds,
Which are trying to stress denial of the reality.
Black hair dominated by grey.
All she has is hope, but that thought overwhelms her.
We want to pry open her mind,
To see what she is thinking and feeling.
The helpless gaze in her eyes at times,
Brings sickness to my mind and nerves to my body.
Her disease, all too real, paralyzes me.
The reality inside her seems unbelievable to a stranger
Sitting and breathing gives her so much pain,
That it makes me look away.
People like her, but I love her.
Je me souviens: I Will Remember.