Penetrance Of Obviousness Poem by Kristy Artmann

What to do when you know your mom is preparing to die?
I just sit back, shake my head, and heavily sigh;
Sadness overwhelms me to even think about…
To think one day, an earthly mother, I’ll be without;
It’s unmistakably evident my mother won’t always be here,
Shameful, I haven’t always told her, she is to me, so dear;
Complete understanding; I wanted her to have, of my life,
Knowing no one’s perfect, to each -his own strife;
For whatever reason, God sent me to her,
In her care, I was loved with all her might;
Teaching me all things good and what was right,
In eternity’s grasp, we once again will be together;
But as of this moment, my mother is alive yet not well,
Still more time for more stories of her childhood to tell;
Heartbroken and distraught at the facts that are true,
My mother won’t be here for me forever, I’m dolorous.