It's a steely hospital bed
And an aching sight I see,
My Mama, weak and pale,
With no hair on her head.
Suffering without complain,
Needles of colorless fluid
that poke into your veins,
Painful,
But your life, they sustain.
Heartrending it is to see you
Bearing a tremendous change,
From the plump, robust woman
To the frail skinny you.
Believe me,
Nothing hurts more than seeing a loved one
So sick and having to battle death
In such pallid cheeks.
Bloodless,
And ashen faced
As if all drained out
During a losing battle.
Helpless that I am,
I wipe away my tears,
Trying hard to hide my fear,
Less you should wake up
And hurt to see me weep.
Even as you lay asleep,
The agony shows,
Your face grimacing,
As if you received a pinch
sometimes muttering,
Talking in your dreams.
It hurts, Mama,
To see you so
And worse!
To know I'm helpless,
Unable to ease that pain
The only thing I could do
Was to close my eyes
Whispering to God my only wish
Through all these that you will live,
In a voiceless silent prayer.