The wait can be so long
The sting of death really what dose that mean
Death come then goes dose it not with all
With all death dose must it linger a while
Sickness invaded her life
Snuck up from behind
One appointment then to cut that very day
To save here life but was it really that way
To not talk nor to eat to do not much at all
But she was with us for eight very long months years it seemed
To recover the plan live life to it's fullest but what dose that mean
Four months later hell came to our home
To stay and care to hold her hand
Watching a mother fade wither fall away
Take her now let her go send your love to go home
Four months of 24 hour care
Then deaths sting left her linger their
I shed no tears not to this day
A week be for she watched angels display
Showed that His love is on the way
My mother did not die she just left for a while
Sooner or late I will go away
Home I will be home I will stay waiting for my loves to come home some day
Do not feel lose but know who He is and your heart will heal
RJK
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