Her baby survived against all odds.
She was able to bring her baby home.
It was miraculous.
The child sealed her soul.
Her love for her child,
Resonated in a confidence,
Respected by all.
Her babe required medication
Every four hours.
The drug that kept her babe alive,
Beat her down.
Her baby thrived
And grew as babies do.
Appointments were endless.
Waiting rooms became living rooms,
Cafeterias became kitchens,
Strangers became friends.
She would explain to her daughter,
What the surgery entailed.
She would answer all of her questions.
She was always honest,
Even about the pain.
Only, after her daughter waved goodbye,
(That courageous child always smiled and waved)
After she disappeared into the operating room,
Would she show any emotion.
She would stare at the swinging doors,
She would stand completely still,
Listening to the surgeon’s report,
Another surgery survived.
A lengthy hospital stay,
Home for recovery.
By the time her daughter healed,
She was a wreck,
She was her daughter’s hero.
She and her daughter completed one another.
I admired her incredible stamina.
She handled motherhood with optimism,
She mixed it with a healthy dose of reality,
And always added,
An endless supply of guts.
I thought she was the best Mom in the world.
Her daughter…the best niece.