Holding hands, Crossing bridges
Written and posted to Facebook during the last week with Mom. **Mom's lungs are failing and we have limited time left. I have struggled to articulate my feelings so far. Here is the beginning of the end. ** Holding hands crossing bridges I have walked this path before. By-stander Empathizer Trailing beside Holding hands Giving comfort Now, this is my bridge to cross. And I am not ready. Every touching hand Gentle hug Encouraging word Giving strength for the journey The land on the other side Darker Emptier Colder Save the ones already there. The land of the motherless Shifting ground Unanswered questions Unsent text Unmade calls Unshed tears waiting to follow Tracks of salt I do not want to cross But she is already crossing And I Must Follow As far as I can Little hands holding mine Following behind.