The Hard Part

There is no cure for this.
We seek but a comfortable
maintenance.
The hard part has yet to come.

Treatments cruel and mean
Sickening beyond belief.
Quality of life is the key.
The hard part has yet to come.

Young in years
A child’s face reflected in the mirror
But held within it lies
Wisdom of the most aged mind
Which takes the pain of a very evil kind.
The hard part has yet to come.

Dark and sunken eyes looking out
On things we can no longer touch.
Playgrounds now lie beyond our means
Compromised immune systems make
them but a tease.
The hard part has yet to come.

Through a mother’s eye we see
A pain that can not be put to ease
Hopeless cure less a cruel disease.
The hard part has yet to come.

Hands reaching out to grasp
That which can no longer last
Holding hugging longing to remember
That which should have been forever.
Kneeling praying asking begging
That the hard part never comes.