Wishes
My heart
that dies
she not
until die your hopes
Failed acceptance
Of facts, of reality
while she has
Days maybe,
Or left with a few hours
While hope’s that
indeed
All what
we need
To keep going
To get us through
Hope
is what
let’s us cope
embracing the heart
But what an irony
my heart today wishes
That before
she dies,
die your
hopes
Aware
of a child I am
sitting by his mother,
I see him
whispering
every single time,
“Ma, can you hear me?”, voice trembling,
As he calls her name
Awaits her return,
to be soon home
She will, she can
He hopes
She’ll be fine
He believes
But dying
She is
Oh when will the denial
Be over
Magic or miracle
Wish there was, but not anymore
For
how old your Ma is, or what your age
No matter
Truth none in the mirage
you see
Of dreams and wishes
your vision
Nothing but lies
though it’s based
On what you’ve been taught
That you believed
To hope
And not let go
Never give up
So
But my oh my
Unexplained emotion
His, if his mother would die
Or mine
That preceding her demise
What if hope die doesn’t
His
Dealing with
the actuality
of his mother’s death
or mentally
this child’s
Who’s perhaps 70
But by his mom
Just a helpless, little boy I see
Wishes
My heart
that dies
she not
until die your hopes
Failed acceptance
Of facts, of reality
while she has
Days maybe,
Or just a few more hours
While hope’s that
indeed
All what
we need
To keep going
To get us through
Hope’s
What
Cope lets
embracing the heart
But what an irony
my heart today wishes
That before
she dies,
die your
hopes
– Pallavi Aneja MD
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