holding my mother’s hand

In my arms

I wish she’d be

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.