My mom is dying, slowly, certainly,

Is it weeks or days, not sure, but she’s on her way.

Hospice activated a couple months back, interest in life on the ebb, permanent, now more waiting to depart, it seems,

No more folding tissues, working the remote, no no, no more,

Sat with her last night for a bit, her eyes dimming, breath slowing, thought it might be time, not yet, not quite yet, but soon,

Please God, hold her in Your Hands, as she transitions, departs, finds peace, final peace, please.