I watched you age a hundred
years over the space of a decade.
Your soul worn beyond description;
sorrow caught in your throat like a bullfrog.
I watched you lose the will to
do any of the things that
previously made you happy.
Watched your steps get heavier.
The lines sink deeper in your face.
The laugh disappear from your vocabulary.
Darkness shrouded you having placed itself like a comfort
on your heavy shoulders.
I watched you age a million
years mother, and my soul aged
the tadpoles swimming through
your soul and filling every
part of you as they too grew
I watched you attempt to be part
of this life again;
a prisoner at the brink of a life,
a death sentence reversed.
I truly understood then, why parents
shouldn’t bury their children.