Fading Before Her
The road traveled leads to sadness
this Sunday
Concern deepens with every visit and
how I wish I could take her pain and
make it mine
Her steps a little slower, short is her breath
upon taking them, and my heart sinks
Life fleeting, her soul seeks to rest elsewhere
and soon GOD will call
How I wish it were not so dear mother, precious mine
As I sit across from her, her eyes become glassy and
tearful but tears do not streak across her face this day
I stare at the brokenness that she now is and 83
years become evident, there is no reserve in her tank
for life, today she runs empty
Always faithful, always there, sincere has become
what is left of her as I stroke her face and hold
her hand, hoping to touch life fading
Fear of leaving is on her mind today as was just
yesterday and her time flees quickly
Pain has become one with her, her silence is deafening
and I shall weep as the Sun and this son
fade before her
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