Mom....I will love you always!
Her body is ravaged by illness,
So weak and tired I can see.
She struggled to do even the littlest of things,
It was so difficult to sit by and watch.
As I think to myself, this just can't be.
Remembering how she was not long ago...
Is this just a dream? When will I wake up?
Why is this happening to her?
Then she touches my arm and I know it's real...
Her hand is just so frail and cold.
She's been so good to everyone.
Soon her heart will beat for the very last time.
Tears fill my eyes
I know this is the end but...
I just can't say good bye.
Dear Lord...Please take me instead.
M J Prado
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*