Poems

[no_regrets_91]

I dream of the day I hold you in my arms
I wait to hear your beating heart
I dream of a time when we won’t have to fight
I wait for the day that I can kiss you goodnight
I dream of hearing those four words, so strong
I wait to hear “I love you Mom”



Temperatures and charting
Doctors and tests
Procedures and waiting
This is what we do best
Pills and herbs
Needles and tea
This is what’s become of me
I wait and I hope
I cry and I cope
My struggles consume me
This is my identity
I try and put on a happy face
But my mind is in a different place
The doctors say there is a way
But how, they can't foretell
I cannot rest
I am obsessed
this is my purpose
This is my hell