I see you struggling, fighting, crumbling
You say you are fine – Yet I know you are not
Your lips, they smile – your words, they dismiss
But your eyes, your eyes show the truth
And who would be, who possibly could be
It’s too much to ask at a time like this
Three years have passed since your world flipped over
Since your daughter heard the word cancer
She fought. You tucked away the pain
And stood strong to fight along with her
Now, fourteen months have passed since your soul shattered
Since the words stage four, metastasized, and three new places
The hurt, the fear, the thousand questions
It was all nearly too much to bear
Again, you gathered yourself and patched your heart
And you gave strength to your first and only child
You drove, you cooked, you cleaned, you gave your all
You believed, you supported, you encouraged
You rallied her confidence when it waned
You asked the questions she could not ask
When her husband’s strength gave out
You were strength enough for all
That’s what Mothers do, isn’t it?
Everyone else first, all the time, anytime
That’s how deep the love is
That’s how far the power of it reaches
Three weeks now. A precious, short three weeks
Since you heard time is running out
She’s only 37! Your heart screamed
It’s not supposed to be like this. It’s just not.
You wanted to fight and refuse to give in
It’s what Mothers do. But how could you?
Each day meant more intense pain for your child
Her body had nothing left to give. It had won.
So you gathered your courage and watched
Watched her write or say good-byes
You reached deep and found laughter as you reminisced
Reminisced about all the sweet memories
You took deep breaths and listened
Listened as she spoke love to you, her Mommy
You pushed back your tears and whispered
Whispered words of peace, lullabies of eternal love
Four days now. Four painfully long days
Since your daughter slipped away in the night
Can’t we have just one more day? I miss her already.
It shouldn’t be like this. I love you, daughter.
Details, conversations, arrangements, questions
How can life go on when I hurt like this?
Yet three years have taught you to be strong
For that was your place, your calling, your very name – Mom
So you push back your shoulders and step forward
One moment at a time. You are strong. You can do this.
Yes, yes, you can. There is no doubt.
It hurts and always will – but yes, you can do it
But now, it is time for you to let us be your strength
You feel alone – no family left – but you are not
You have us … we will stand beside you
We will carry you – because that’s what friends do
Let go, sweet friend, let your soul grieve
It’s okay – we don’t expect you to be strong.
We’ll miss her and hurt along with you – we love you
It’s our time now to take care of you, my friend.