I was walking down the street and heard a whisper
It was a bird calling my attention
I walked and listened to the tail
Of loss and hardship that would that would envelope
For this bird was warning me that I shall loose am underrated treasure
This was my mother
They never tell you it's hell for the family
They never say oh they have a right to yell
They just say it's cancer and do not distinguish
My mother was lost two years before she died
She did not stick around
Not in looks, not in mind
The horror I saw in her change is sickening
Crushing her spirits when I no longer asked her advice
For that would have been unwise
For that would have brought me no aid, only stress
No relief from situation
She was lost in the woods and would not return
So the tumors overcame her with ease
The will power was shot
And her death bed pleas to the fairy in the sky were merely pathetic last calls
Calls from a women who had not prayed in some years
Prays are useless, do not offer me those
Offer me understanding
But do not offer this either because I do not wish this on any of you
I only wish the bird would have flown away and bothered no one else