I wrote this while helping care for Mom in the few weeks before she passed. I wasn't sure that I would ever share it and I'm not sure why I have. It makes me feel her presence, perhaps it will for someone else as well.
My mother is dying, and I don’t know what to say.
She’s always been beside me; even when I was away.
Now it takes a bear hug, each time I help her stand.
This untameable cancer was never part of the plan.
In everything I’ve done, she’s been with me from the start.
She taught me cooking, and living with an open heart.
My mother is dying, and I don’t know what to say.
I just sit and hold her hand, a bit tightly … today.
