Delilah
28th June 2006, 12:41 PM
I watched her as she lay there, sleeping,
I wondered if she saw the child there standing,
If she heard my sisters’ weeping.
Tubes protruded from the woman’s throat;
I watched the sad scene come to play.
Never thought our mother would not be the same
As she were on Saint Valentine’s day.
Her speech was slurred, her movements slow:
And yet I shed not a tear that year,
For it would be too much for her to know
That her children were lost without defense,
Living in a house of false pretense.
Twice, had I seen what such a sickness to a person could do.
My mother ordered DNR, but father contested,
Determined not to let that happen to her, too.
Things were strange when she came home: nothing was the same.
She was a babe, and I the parent-
And thus began our game.
She regained her speech, mobility and life,
But she is not the woman she was before.
Her heart is cold and filled with strife;
She’s not my mother anymore.
Opinions and comments, if you would be so kind.
I wondered if she saw the child there standing,
If she heard my sisters’ weeping.
Tubes protruded from the woman’s throat;
I watched the sad scene come to play.
Never thought our mother would not be the same
As she were on Saint Valentine’s day.
Her speech was slurred, her movements slow:
And yet I shed not a tear that year,
For it would be too much for her to know
That her children were lost without defense,
Living in a house of false pretense.
Twice, had I seen what such a sickness to a person could do.
My mother ordered DNR, but father contested,
Determined not to let that happen to her, too.
Things were strange when she came home: nothing was the same.
She was a babe, and I the parent-
And thus began our game.
She regained her speech, mobility and life,
But she is not the woman she was before.
Her heart is cold and filled with strife;
She’s not my mother anymore.
Opinions and comments, if you would be so kind.