Mamma Anne

How does she do it
Her legs cannot move her
Her arms cannot carry her
Her body cannot balance her

But she keeps picking herself back up
Time after time she falls only to be lifted
Lifted by her sons
Lifted by her soul

She may not eat or drink much anymore
But she is far from giving up
What is it she is reaching for to keep it up
What does she see standing before her, waiting

Her petite body cannot support her anymore
But she still smiles
She still moves each of us

The epitome of a lady to the very core
Always with her hair in place
A suite and jewelry like her mother taught her
She will not speak of the curse sitting upon her
Instead she embraces the company and smiles at the cards

She has always been the reason my family stays in touch
No matter how different we may be, our faith in her is parallel
We see bits and pieces of ourselves in her
Hoping every day we will absorb her being and walk in her ways

Her conversation is weak, but her mind is strong
She has a plan, something on her mind
What is it she thinks of every day
What is it that weighs on her heart

There is so much more I want to learn from her
I have so many more questions
How do I ask them
How do I understand