Oma

There is a woman I know The one I call Oma She is so very sick And no one has seen Opa As she lays in her hospital bed The only thing to do is cry She can't speak anymore Some fear that she could die Arthritis in both hands And all down too her feet Stuck in a chair most her life This thing might not be beat Her kidneys are failing From all the pills she's on I hope that she gets better So with life she can go on Opa is sitting silently To himself in the chair I can't imagine his pain Talk to him I don't dare I've reduced my poetry to rhyming Because I'm much to worried My wedding is in a month And I feel much too hurried I hope that she will make it To see walk down the aisle It wouldn't be the same without her Not by a mile So Oma please get better so you may go home For Opa is to shed more tears You have so much to look forward too So many unlived years kiss kiss Oma