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 again

Cleaning 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 later

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

You've been there for her and me, God

Giving us more birthdays, holidays and time 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:

Where are you God?

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