What else to do when sitting with mom, than scribble down thoughts and feelings and happenings in the moment,

Sitting mom on her hospice path, life slowly leaving her, sitting with her wondering when…?

She answers questions with bits of answer, bits of what she can say, drifting in and out, mostly out,

Watching her breath slowly come in, drift out, her spirit slowly out, then back in, I think that’s how it goes, spirit not ready, body not quite ready,

Sitting with mom,

Drifting out and then back in…not quite ready…sitting with mom, not quite ready, but we know not the hour or the day,

Let us be ready, let us be ready.