Last Moments With My Mum

She was thinning 'way- Her color going gray While she drowned in sweat: "Gerald, have you slept?" Her voice so old, And gave me the cold. But how could I sleep While mum's life could creep...? I had been crying Weeping and weeping Silently for her- My mother was dying.. I crept from my bed: No lights; poor and said- I held her weak hands- Cold without life's tan: I heard her breathing- And my heart craving For mama's good health. "But," I asked myself: "Why must she suffer Near a weeping son?" And where was father? He was dead and gone. I wept as I thought. "Return to your cot, You need a night's sleep." She spoke, my heart leaped. "I shall be here until Death is not fulfilled- You shall never die Else I shall ghastly cry." She pressed me to her heart And gave me a gent' pat. "Gerald, please let us sleep And my son do not weep. "If I die, then god called Causing weeds to come forth- But do pray for my soul, To rest in haven's hold." "But mum," I cried. "do stop." "Son," she continued. «Death Is inherent to life. Death comes 'round as we strive." I wept as i watched her shiver While her pale lips quivered As she struggled out, ''Goodbye.'' I took her hands in mine Feeling them freezing, kind: -thus ended her earthly stay, While i still had much to say.....