A poem for the Force!

“JUST BE THERE”

(Written on May force, 2018)

When mom was really sick in nineteen eight two,

I called up her doctor to see what little ole’ me could do.

The doctor said (knowing mom had a progressive cancer),

“Just be with her,

 Just be with her,

 Just be with her”, over and over,

And that is what I did.

My son was just a baby, I was kind of in a trance, couldn’t react.

Now, thirty six years older, with age threatening many of us,

I think, “And if I sing a song,

Get the ill to sing along,

Read them a poem, or tell a joke;

What if I make a skit?

Play my guitar;

Get everybody to make a wish on a faraway star?

Could bake some food or some bread; create a feast;

Dance or play games; to ward off that ugly mean beast!

Listen to what others have said;

Like my sister-in-law who is walking the last mile,

Who said, “At least I can still smile”!

Or like dad said before he passed in two thousand nine,

“I can still breath” as his playful eyes continued to shine!

Could bake some food or some bread; create a feast;

Dance or play games; to ward off that ugly mean beast!

                     By: Karla