The cancer had done its worst

left my mother

so frail so sad

yet everyday

I went to see her

she always made me glad.

Never a word about the pain,

not a tear was in her eyes,

we sat and talked

much more than we had

in such a long long time.

I wanted to ignor

what was coming

and the why she was here,

that the talking could go on another day

that she would be

always be there.

Then it had to be

no more the talking

she slept,

the following day

she slipped away

and I said my final goodbye.

How I miss

those conversations

how I miss having my Mum,

so it is the way it is

and life has to go on.

But I so miss the talking

like we had never done

for oh so long,

now it is over

I will have to wait

till Gods time comes.

If I am there

when theres a resurection

on Earth as God so planned

then we can continue our talking

because you never finished

what you began.

Love you

your son John