My Mom is not well
I struggle to aid her health,
The days are fleeting.
My Kindle woos me
With an abundance of words,
I read at leisure.
I adore reading,
But writing is my true work...
Must apply effort.
If world is ending
I will not complete my work,
So much left undone.
Many predictions
None yet have ever come true,
Only God knows time.
After all this time
My love has barely faded,
You still have my heart.
Coming into day
With great anticipation
To accomplish much.
Memory may fade
But moments are still treasured
As each passes by.
We killed the head,
The body still organizes
Preparing to strike.
A child is a gift
A responsibility
Treasured forever.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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