I fought hard to get there ~ knowing
time was not on our side.
driving miles of highway
sifting through millions of thoughts in my mind.
I had to see her,
stroke her soft silver hair ~ feel
the warmth of her breath
to the rhythm of her heart.
I wanted so much to hold
onto the beauty of her soul ~ wrap
my arms around her tightly ~ ~ ~
never let go……………..
She was present for my sunrise,
I was present for her sunset
in between it all ~ we lived
mother and daughter.
In response to the Poetry Challenge for the week of May 11th…