Time
Vibrations came but went unheard
Cell phone again failed to disturb
But something caused to wake again
Voice mail message my ear would lend
News troubling again this time
Of mother dear, of mother mine
That some doctor wrote off last year
This time at best thirty days he fears
Upon ending with cell in hand
I asked for mercy as is Gods plan
That if she is to go this time
Gently He'd take what still is mine
Time he's given her eighty three
Years of age, to now set free
From all she's lived, from agony
Where better place she's bound to be
Time to reflect of better days
Time though short it seems that way
When it's time for us to go
From all we lived and those we know
Mother of six, four girls, two boys
Dear matriarch, children her toys
Would outlive most who passed before
Mother, sister, husband heart sore
Through time hers she'd be there to
Cared for each loved dearly too
When ill they were, she would become
Flores Nightingale to each not one
Outliving them though by her side
Her brood would keep in her abide
But time has changed so many things
Time now short of mothers blessing
Though so much more to write of her
Maybe when time allows and stirs
Much more than write was read this day
Much more of time and her always
and though time has come it cannot take
What is and will be to this date
Mother I love that my heart keeps
Though pain of loss shall forever weep
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