The Healing Path

The quiet hum of hospital halls,

The whisper of nurses,

the beeping calls,

A heart that’s weary,

yet still so brave,

A mother I cherish, a soul I crave.

Through nights of worry,

through sleepless fears,

I’ve watched your pain,

I’ve shed my tears.

The walls felt heavy,

the air felt still,

But even then

you had your will.

Your strength was quiet,

but fierce inside,

Like waves that crash,

then gently subside.

Each breath you took,

though marked by pain,

Was proof that storms can’t wash you away.

I saw the tremble in your hands,

Yet also grace in how you stand.

Even healing,

you still gave love

A force as steady as stars above.

Days passed slow,

like drips from rain,

Each moment teaching peace through pain.

The body mends in its own time,

But spirit heals in the rhythm of rhyme.

I spoke to God in whispered tone,

"Please bring her peace, don’t leave her alone."

And somehow,

Mom,

I swear He heard,

For I felt comfort without a word.

Now light breaks through where dark once stayed,

Your smile returns,

though softly made.

Scars may linger,

faint but true,

Yet they tell the story

the strength in you.

You walk now slower,

but with pride,

With angels watching by your side.

And I,

your child,

will always see,

The warrior you were meant to be.

Each sunrise feels like your rebirth,

A second chance,

renewed self-worth.

You teach me daily what courage means

It lives in flesh, in tears,

in dreams.

So heal,

my mother,

heart and bone,

Know you’re never fighting alone.

Your journey’s long,

but I will stay,

To love you more with every day.

And when you’re whole,

and pain has gone,

We’ll look back proud

we both held strong.

For healing isn’t just of skin,

It’s finding peace,

and strength within.