sitting by your bed
waiting for the waiting
to cease

my, heart a lump,
within my breast.
watches for your beat
barely discernable and frail.

so many things left unsaid
misunderstood, misread.

but there is love
mother to child
child to mother
there was love

you fade, each breath
a small farewell
each tear i shed a plea for
forgiveness
as i wait and witness

there is love and forgiveness
here carrying one home
and another to release
a burden .... forgiven.