It is once again time for week 15 of One Shot Wednesday! Write a poem, link up and visit other poets.
A long illness;
A slow demise.
How am I supposed to feel?
If only someone could tell me.
Mind and body, I am worn out;
Tired from two years of caring and grieving,
bathing, feeding, dressing.
Day after day
unending care to the end.
Watching her body diminish in strength and size,
wishing I could somehow help.
When death finally came, I could no longer feel
the sorrow that everyone expected of me.
The guilt of feeling relief at her passing
is doubled by the guilt of outliving my child.