Turn every night into a vigil,
until my composure is restored,
and a semblance of peace
is restored to me.
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Trying to drown out the misery
with my prayers;
yet, it is not my own suffering
that distresses me,
rather, that of my mother.
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As her primary caregiver,
who am I, aside from this role
that is consuming me?
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L-RD, restore a sense
of wholeness in me,
and bestow your grace
upon us.