I look at you and I see how fragile you have become.
You always stand there by the door,
looking out as the sun's reflection bathes your form.
I can see your frail body, your hand touching your side
feeling that bump growing and gnawing from inside.
I know that you are trying your very best to hold on
to keep on going
to keep living as if everyday is just an ordinary day
like the countless years gone by
when youth and vigor coursed in your veins.
But tonight you are in pain.
You asked me to find a way
and try to soothe your aching body.
afraid to even touch the once strong body
which is now laid before me
weak, thin, skin and bones.
For every time my hand touches you
I wish I can take away the pain.
take it all away
or give my own just for you.
For there isn't anything in this world I wouldn't do
just to make you better.