A little twinkle of light so deep now in her eyes In her own little world just staring toward the sky
Not knowing you are there or worrying because you left Slipping in and out of slumber a tiny whisp, on a padded bed
Holding out her hand towards a spirit from the past Although I cannot see it she confirms it within her laugh
Someone is there to watch her offering comfort and love People she has known that left this world so long ago
They lift her towards heaven for some respite from this place Not taking her for too long always keeping her safe
When He decides it is time she'll go to the place she's already seen leaving behind the tiny whisp of her and I'll know she's been set free
My mum passed away on Tuesday 28 February 2017 finally letting go after being bedridden for 18 months with Dementia.Β Β It was very quick and peaceful.