Her Pain

Standing here,

I see that I don’t belong.

I did not know her,

Not really.

I watch the little boy who doesn’t understand.

He says “That’s my nana.”

He asks why her eyes are closed.

“She’s sleeping.”

If only it was just that.

I did not know her,

But I know the pain I see in my mother’s eyes.

I see the tears streak down her face,

And I wish I was hurt instead of her.

I wish it could be me,

Sniffing and wiping my nose and eyes in tissues.

I avoid looking at my mother.

I can’t stand that look on her face,

That way she sobs in my father’s arms.

I can’t stand knowing I can’t help.

I can’t move, knowing I’m too scared to help.