by Gabriella Samms

Created on: June 29, 2009   Last Updated: May 16, 2010

You were there for her when she had those cancers

Helping her through the treatments and pain

Assuring her, with your unspoken words, to keep on fighting.

You were there for her when she got sick a second time

You helped clean up the damage doctors made by mistake

Barely alive, she held on to your outstretched hand.

You were there for her when she came home with Hospice

With an expiration date of seven days

And you let the seventh day turn into three more years.

You've been there for her and me, God

Giving us more birthdays, holidays and moments together

Giving us a chance to know each other better than we ever knew before.

But it seems lately, that you've been busy on another mission

Mom remains the same; talking, breathing and thinking

But with no significant change.

You've done so much for Mom and I

But we are left wondering whether to expect more

Or be happy with her continued state of who she is now.

I feel selfish to bother you when you've done so much,

But Mom and I aren't done wondering; we need so much to talk.

We need to ask you questions you may not be willing to answer.

We won't take much of your time, beg again for miracles

or question your motives

I just need to know if we should keep pressing on

Or leave the rest to you

Will I be needing soon  to prepare for her goodbye

Or continue wondering when or if she'll be taken

I just need some kind of sign but you haven't answered me

Please tell me

Where are you, God?

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