My Prayer For Nonny

It seems as if you are slipping further- Further from life day by day Your skin ages faster by the second, Morphing to a pale shade of canary. I cannot imagine you leaving me, Though the truth becomes crystallized Potentially fermenting into fact- Any second now. When all others cast me aside- You sheltered and soothed me I wretch in anguish that I cannot- Trade my life in for yours. This disease gnaws on your insides It rips apart all health and well being, Leaving you in a shambled state How can I reclaim your vigor? 7,8,9, Pass me the tiles one more time. And I shall pray.