She patiently sits waiting to dye.
She sits because the disease doesn't allow her to stand anymore.
She silently grabs her pipe and smokes her healthy cells away.
Death for her is unavoidable, the rock she smokes makes her coffin seem more distant.
Her kids don't know why mommy chooses drugs over them, though I have watched those kids choose drugs over mommy more times then i can count on 2 hands.
She has always given me a place to rest my head in the harder times of life and in no time she will dye along with my left over hope.
The cancer is killing her,
The crack is getting the best of her.
