My Christmas Eve
By marebel
Time passes time passed so quickly already 'twas another year into the 21st century My mother has lived 75 years Numbers What did they mean? She'd had a bad year falls, blackouts lucidity, vacant stares energy burnout, no appetite The War at home had shocked her silence blankness a fragile child we were her mothers suffering all her life this had finally told on her acceptance on our part? Time was slipping away Quickly now... What will happen? Prayer, a soft touch, helping hands We'll take it Day by Day, Yes Day by day... Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 04:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Time passes..."