An angel in human form

I know life hasn't been easy on you, I’ve seen old photographs when there’s been a certain glimmer in your pretty eyes but now all thats visible are waves of sadness and a longing for help masked by a smile.

I know you lay in your bed some nights wondering how you’re going to put food on the table. I notice every time you would go without food for 3 days just so we could eat and you’d say: “I’m not hungry”

I heard your cries and I would cry with you. It may not be present in the eyes of others but I can see your pain, I’ve listened when you’ve told me you don’t want to live anymore, I see how tired you are and I wonder how God could be so cruel?

I would pray for a life in which the spark in my mothers eyes returns and life becomes less of a struggle and more of a privilege. You're the bravest woman I know and you truly are a blessing in my life, an angel without wings, an angel in human form.