This is a poem I wrote about what Schuyler thinks about her mom everytime she sees her mother lying in a hospital bed.

Not another day will shine... on this little face of mine,

I couldn't breathe, couldn't take my eyes off this face that

used to be so full of life, so full of energy... All of that had

been drained, now all that was left was an unbearable pain.

Now this beaufitul life-less soul was trying to fight for

her life. A scar would be left in my heart, one so deep that

death would mean absolutely nothing.