I Know That Look, Mom

I know that look, Mom

Every day getting out of bed gets hard and harder

My joints are wearing out, and my hair is growing thinner

The bags beneath my eyes grow deeper until I'm nothing

But skeleton

I know that look, Mom

The food just doesn't taste like it used to 

Please just understand that there is something

So, So wrong with my body but I have no idea how to 

Slow it

I know that look, Mom

You claim you want my weight loss tips yet

You wouldn't want that burden

My bones creak, and my palms shake, why can't I just

Fake it

I know that look, Mom

You're worried but it's wordless you can't

Articulate the emotion of losing your child

Slowly I wither but you must 

Stay here

I know that look, Mom

Each cough a death sentence, each wheeze maybe

my last.