My Anchor

Fear is what’s dearest to our hearts.

The thought of being held apart.

What's going to happen next?

Death?

Misery?

Solution?

           I do not know

Time will only show.

Diabetes can be fatal.

It can't be molded like play doh.

Constant stress, Constant desire

Hurts my mothers will of fire.

Days and nights of countless shifts

All she needs is one small lift.

Her Feet all Battered

Feet all Scraped

           So much stress, it’s a disgrace..

This is fear.

The hardships that bring us to tears.

She my anchor

She’s my rock

She’s always there when I am blocked.

One word away,

she’ll save the day

She’s my mother, she won’t

Betray