Tick Tock

A space out of time. Mother’s dying. tick tock goes the clock. My breath stops. I must remember to breath. Love does not lessen grief. A space out of time. tick tock goes the clock yet no relief. I must remember it’s a gift to cry. She can not cry. I want her to stay. I love her so. tick tock goes the clock. A space out of time. Don’t go. Don’t go. Yet, there is no relief from her pain or mine. No lessening of sorrow can loving her gain. Not one pain free breath can my heart give. No tight embrace or whispered prayer can ease her. No tick or tock can keep her here. A space out of time. In this place out of time, I hold her dear.