Your cries shattered my heart

And I gave you an embrace

I never wanted you to be a part

Of the trauma I had to face

On the bed our mother lay

And we held her hand

Not knowing if she’d see another day

A thought we couldn’t stand

To the ICU she went

And they swore she was depressed

She just wanted to forget

The thoughts that she’s repressed

She wrote us all a letter

And told us how she felt

“I know I can get better

With the cards I’m dealt.”