End Game

Pandora is more ill
Than I thought.
I knew she had
Communication
Difficulties,
I did not reckon on
Her illness, MS, touching
Her ability to
Multitask both
Her sons,
Her life
And me.
I failed to perceive how
Difficult it is for her
Just to handle each
New day.
Her reason and
Judgement are intact,
But she must gather
Her strength
Just to get ready
To be seen.
I would gladly see her
Each new morning
And watch fondly as
She prepares
For hours to
Be seen.
She will always be
Beautiful to me.
But she has neither
Strength nor time to
Share with me,
And yet she does.
I am a distraction,
Though she tries
Her best to
Spare me.
What little strength
She still has
She must spend
With her sons.
I concur.
And so,
Endgame.
And yet,
There is always
Hope.