I hear her heart inside her chest
the pounding getting stronger
she moves with grace, pride and yet
the air is getting thicker.
She cannot breathe,
a river flows inside her lungs
eyes growing wider.
Absorbing every piece of light,
before the world gets darker.
She’s lifted from the metal bed
draped in fuzzy towels,
now water streaming from our eyes
as hers are filled with shadows.
Through all the highs and lows
the memories will remain
of her support and acceptance
when others walked away.
She helped me through the hardest times
when walls were falling down
through all the shouting and misunderstandings
she always wore the crown.
Now my queen is in the sky
soaring like an eagle,
following me as I drive
along the rushing river.