You have watched her grow old
as her hand you now hold.
Her forehead you kiss
as she enters hospice.
Time seems to slow
she is scared you know.
You just can't concieve
that this world she must leave.
You both say a prayer
as into uncertainty you stare.
You want her to stay
but she keeps slipping away.
Theres whispers in her ear
that God is very near.
She follows his light
as she passes into the night.
You shed your tears
for you held her so dear.
She loved you like no other
so sad the passing of a mother.
by rich jackson
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