Mother

As I hold your hand in mine,

My heart is full of dread.

Losing you now

Feels like the setting

Of the sun.

Darkness falling,

Links loosening,

Lives splitting apart.

I have missed your being

I have missed your touch.

Loss of the hands

That cradled and first held me,

That nurtured and cared for me.

Soothing, warming, healing hands

Now crippled, bent and cold.

Soon now – a new dawn,

Time to be free,

To be whole again.