A poem for my mother. After 11 months, I finally was able to write about that morning on May 7th 2016. 

Wake.

Up.

I hear my sister say,

“She wants us to go to her and pray.”

 
It’s early,

sun has barely risen.

I see her lay there, weak.

Broken.

 
We gather round

and each take a turn.

“God, please heal our mother,”

we all yearn.

 
When it’s her turn,

Her voice is loud and clear.

She spoke so eloquently

and without fear.

 
“Lord, if it’s my time,

Please

take

me.”

 
With hope,

we tell her I love you.

With tears,

She tells us “I love you, too.”