Goodbye Mom

My mother had a stroke the other day
I see her face, looking for words that she can no longer say
Frustrated and filled with guilt,
I cry sometimes, seeing her as flower about to wilt

I have no power, No way to save her
Why?  Because I'm not a fucking doctor

I' sick of this great country of mine,
That claims to be the "best"
Yet within it my mother can't afford health care
And will soon be put to rest

Both my parents, and also I
Middle classed working Americans,
Just trying to survive.

Its hard to put priorities into perspective,
Yet you really seem to regret it,
When the body becomes defective

Its hard to watch my mother,
Who gave me birth,
Wither away and die

What is truly sad, Is we are left to "Pray?"
No other answers or alternatives,
All because we cannot pay.

Lose the house, the cars and all they worked for throughout their lives
Or make one big down payment, My mothers life.

This is Bullshit, and I want to Scream!
Because I know the answer to my mothers problems are resolved only in my dreams.