A text message today, sent shivers down my spine.
Mum's slipping away, unsure of how much time.
I must see my Mother, before the end of day.
Always will I love her, but what should I say?
White lines appear blurred, Sun setting too slow.
Pray I be there in time, as glare turns to glow.
A dark corridor sleeps, no Patients awake.
Door sixteen creeps, I hope I am not too late!
Her eyes try to follow, as I slowly approach.
Forget any sorrow, it’s time for her Holy coach.
No questions of a family tree, just recollect, smile and cry.
Is it fear, love or your finality; that I see within your eye?
Reminiscing with my Mum, sharing many random thoughts,
of holidays and family fun, or tough lessons that she taught.
Your smile hints you are aware, I hug and kiss you on your cheek,
My fingers touch your silver hair, God's grace now is all we seek.
No words need be spoken, during our warm embrace.
Love born is never broken, no more fear upon her face.
A place is set for you above, an eye weeps for a family's love.
Nurses, gentle, like a Dove, tired heart, sighs now is enough.
I hang onto your every breath, for soon all breath shall go away.
Unlike your Spirit which must leave, precious moments will always stay.