A Dying Angel

Anyone that meets her says she has strength.
She has a lot to deal with.
That includes all the pain.
Everyone has hope that she will get better.
However, she knows that death is approaching quickly.

She looks at me with desperate blue eyes.
Wanting me to make a promise,
She grabs my hand.
"Please promis to always love and take care of my gradson."
My eyes fill with the salty wetness as I watch her, once again, drift off to sleep.
The dreams she has will never be revealed.
All anyone can do is sit and wait.
Is she going to wake up this time?