A poem for my mum

It hurts
To see your pain
I pray almost every day
For God to take it away

Red liquid running in and out
of your body
For hours every other day
An appointment you dread, but necessary

Im sorry
You long for a big cup of tea
Life's medicinal relief
to wash away your worry

If only bodies were more robust
There was no such thing as illness
and grief was an unknown concept
I'd attach wings to your back
So you could fly over mountains and kiss the sun

I'm sad, I have so much fear
and I can't make it clear
Make you well
But you'll get your gift of freedom
I know you will

Then I'll fetch you that cup of tea
You can have fifty
Drink after drink
Let the medicinal quality soak into your pores
Fill you with energy until you thirst no more