Turns out I have some questions
I pray you can give me a clue...

I am an adult now, mom..
But this is still really hard...

She comes home in scrubs
her hair a mess...

All these thoughts inside my head
Circling my brain as I lay in my bed...

5 years old
It is Christmas Eve...

White walls
Weak breathing...

Eight years old
Sitting on my daddies knee...

Stop saying you are sorry,
it is just too hard to bear...

As she sits in silence,
trying to gather strength...

I told you I could handle this
that I would never leave...