A Long Goodbye

By: Elizabeth Leigh Friend

She's dying as I watch
Her skin is growing weak
Her smile has softened
Voice whispers low
I watch
She lives each day
For the moment
She knows
I know
The clock is going
If only I could grab a hand and make it stop
It's running, running,
Running out
Help me Lord to figure out
How can I sit and see
You taking my mother away from me