thewaitingroom

Im here now writing from cancer,Not poetry not anything.

Im losing MY mom one day at a time with nowhere else to turn but neo poet.

I  stay strong as mom weakens,just  waiting........

Life makes alot of sense even in my bitterness.Im so scared.....

For her i will be perfection,even though i ve been nothing but.



But mom says ive been perfect.But were always perfect in our parents eyes.

I really hope ive made her proud.Even if not in the way i wish i could have..........

I never thought i would see the day when my mom was weak enough to leave me.

I know she will never really leave me,but god does it hurt for me,to not make her angry from time to time LOL.

I speak as if she has already left but i know she hasnt.BUT My tears fall way to early......................



This is not poetry!...This is me.............................................................God  i miss her and she is still here...............

How could i have been perfect enough for her. Even though she has said i was..........

My mom is perfect and has never deserved this.Cancer is the worst thing that an angel has ever been given........

She is my angel and always will be.This is not poetry! This is me......Why has it been so hard....................................................????

Cause its mom thats why....We only have one...................................................................................................................................................



For me please!!!!  love your mom...When she is gone she is gone..............................xoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxox.............................................