In My Arms (A daughter’s wish)

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Holding my mother’s hand

In my arms
I wish she'd be
But I reach out,
Only a shadow I see

I am not void of rue
I ache to hold you
Steady and safe
Never out of sight

Time must turn back!
That I may cease to pine
For one who was mine
Her love eternal and pure

As night faded away
So did she
In her frailty
She let go

In her arms,
I breathed my first
In my arms
She breathed her last.