Kisses on the cheek and all over his face.

She held him so close, so tight,

All the strength she had left.

With trembling hands she held his face to hers,

Their heads bound.

Why are you here, its late go home.

I’m fine you should go, a smile across her face.

 

Slowly walking to the door,

His mind filled with worry, his heart desperate for hope.

He turned to look at her. She waved to him,

A tear running down her pale cheek,

A smile across her face.

 

He smiled back, faced the floor as he shut the door behind him.

 

He turns to look at the clock, four in the morning,

He answers his phone.

Mama got worse.

 

He questioned her judgment,

Yelled for her to find help.

They took her already.

Wearing the first clothes he laid his eyes on.

A bad dream, a prayer to wake soon.

 

Carefully placing his wreath,

A tear running down his pale cheek.

She held his hand and asked if he was well.

She wants you to remember happy.

So she asked you to leave.

Be strong for you, for her. She loves you.

He looked into her eyes,

The image of his mother’s face.

I love you, he said,

A smile across his face.

 

 

 

 

(Inspired by a story told to me by a friend who lost their mother to cancer and dedicated to anyone who has been through the pain of watching the ones you love slowly lose their battle to cancer.)

(3/19/13)