The transition, not as smooth as I would have liked
One day she was answering my questions,
Looking after me like I was still a child,
And fighting with the world one person at a time
Defending my every whim, my mother
The very next, on a hospital bed
She was looking at me for answers
Fighting for every breath,
And completely dependent on me,
Consulting me on matters of life and death, my daughter
The switch, sudden as lightning
Made me want to shout at the One controlling the world
Yet I’ve never been more at a loss for words
And completely caught up with all that had to be done
Surrounded by faces suddenly I was all alone
A year, long and arduous as it was
Survivors, brave and strong
We made it through the turbulent waters
And we smile, our broken yet wide, proud smiles
There are tears as well, of triumph over cancer
Back to the routine, boring and mundane
She again is the mother with the final word
I’m once again the daughter with whims and wishes
And we fight, talk, laugh, share
All the while being grateful for each day we have
