the morning after

Written in 2020 after one of my friend's mom died.  

@copyright 2026 AWilcox

Subconsciously, I guess I knew to hurry.
I was tired, work and more work.
I came through the door and there you were
So small and feeble, struggling.

I sat down and held your hand
I was in the way... so many around
I moved around, and held your hand
So much I wanted to say, but I knew time was limited

"Hey Troublemaker" I started when I had you to myself.
"We got your baby girl... she will never be alone"
I knew you would want to know that.
"I do love your baby", I also said.  But I think you knew that.

I wandered the house for a bit, chatting politely with everyone there.
But I kept coming back, to hold your hand.
I knew it was likely to be the last.

In my heart, I said goodbye that last time.
By the time I got home, you had left too.
You will be missed so much.
But the struggle is over.

So take those deep breaths you longed for.
Walk without pain and say hi to old friends.
Look down and check on us once in awhile.
Goodbye Linda.  We will meet again someday.