Bricks Of Anguish

Skin like paper,

as I hold your hand.

Fearing once again that this time

might be the last.

Minor issue they say...

Take her home they say...

Yet, we will be here again soon.

(We always are)

Our time is limited.

And an angry past stretchs out behind us.

Pain and Hurt layered like

bricks of anguish.

I forgive and forgive and forgive...

Yet

As I watch day after day 

as you slowly desolve into nothingness,

anger and loss 

return.

So much time was wasted 

and left unused...

And I am suddenly a little boy again,

lost and scared.

So, 

once more I forgive again.

Focusing on the Love

and what little Time we have left.

I say

"I love you Mom."

Meaning it, with a fierceness 

that burns.

Hoping beyond hope

that what Time we have left can

heal a past best forgotten.

And that when you fade away

at last.

There might at last be Peace

and forgiveness that

last forever...