Welcome Home

Welcome Home

Sickness thick like clouds of smoke,
A fading life, a waning hope.
Behind that façade of perfection,
Lies a thing of their own confection.
Depression is thick about the room,
Hiding amidst the darkness and the gloom.
You see that cheery face put on?
That disappears when everyone’s gone.
Hidden is the things not meant to be seen,
A hidden veil, a silver screen.
You can’t help someone who wants to die,
And though it’s tough, you can’t cry.
This person was once so tough, she’s now weak,
Losing her will to live, she will hardly speak.
This person is my grandmother, once so dear to me,
That small little person there? At one time that was she.
So temporarily this is my house, where I live,
Helping everyday, but with nothing more to give.
It’s just really hard to take, you know?
But we all know that she’s about to go.
You will never see what happens inside,
And if you see me, you’d never know I cried.
Above the entrance door, standing on it’s own,
A single sign seems to hang, proclaiming, “Welcome Home.”