Villanelle

How do you feel about your plight?
More than a mother to a broken son
by keeping him in your failing sight.

You feel destiny's bitter bite
When the realities weigh a ton
And his disabilities hold on tight.

And he holds one with all his might,
Your charge, your burden, your son.
Try to break free without a fight.

So you stay up late into the night
Until your work is never done
And yet you still rise with first light.

But where do you draw your delight
When the battle is all but won?
Isn't some happiness still your right?

Yet you don't give up the fight
Until your maternal chore is done.
On the horizon is a light
Move forward, but stay in sight.