Weary
It’s dreadful, dark, and dreary
Watching you suffer
For this time mother
They say you won’t recover
Yet forced to stay in that worn down bed, day after day
You’re so sleepy, words can’t come out like yesterday
Being pumped up with drugs to ease the pain
My heart has collapsed I am sure
With a broken heart, trying to endure
Pain lingers with each passing moment in time
I reach out to the great Divine
Does he hear my plea?
How could it be?
He would allow so much suffering
Seems as though his mercy is lingering
I cling to my faith
By God’s loving grace
All will be well
All will be well
All will be well!
Chest is congested
Bed sores become infected?
Desperately Trying To Let Go