The Heart of My Mother
She is sitting on a chair
Looking at me with a blank stare.
When she was young she was so fair,
Now she can’t even comb her hair,
Her mind fading away like air.
Through her I was born in this world.
She taught me how to read, write, and pray;
Growing up, she was my backbone;
She celebrated my milestones;
With her care, courage was unfurled.
But now to time she is a prey.
I thought she was invincible
But life is unpredictable;
Each year she is wilting away.
And each time I think of goodbye,
It feels like the end of the world.
I dread to hear her final sigh.
That day all courage will be furled.
How many prayers must I pray?
For you, My God, to make her stay…
© 2018 Paul Balagtas