Caregiver Ii

When yr mum puts her used test strips In yr Diet Coke It's about that time to leave You don't know whether to laugh Or cry But you know yr Coke is ruined Though, you drink it anyway Because you're short in supply And hate to waste it You can't get angry Because she's disappearing Her former self is lost in memory You got to be patient Because it's a virtue But every day is a struggle You're losing yourself As a caregiver But the poet inside of you Is frustrated She wants to go NYC But you tell her "No! " You got to protect yr mum You'll leave when she passes away "Cool it" you say finally And another day passes As you die more