Any disease can be beaten said mother
Don’t allow your will to be broken, bent,
Perverted by the view of any other.

Thoughts of freedom, joy danced circles above her
Each day will be victory, heaven-sent
Any disease can be beaten smiled mother.

Exclaiming, excited people crowd, smother
So healthy they said, so healthy they meant
Did that stop her from thinking they meant the other?

Peas and sweaters make the most splendid cover
Freedom meant not knowing where nights were spent
Any disease can be beaten said mother.

Marched forward, steps behind those that love her
As they lost their purpose, away they were sent
Where one left a space there would soon be another.

So tired, eyes closed, like worried bees they hover
(without the sweater everything is evident)
Any disease can be beaten thought mother
Can be said (perhaps) about any other.