Just that day
She joked
I laughed
I fed her oranges
I wiped the dripping juice away
I thanked her for letting me
Letting me care and love her for the day
I came by again that day
Still and serene
So beautiful was she
So fair and quiet
She lay in her bed
Resting, so I bent to kiss her
She was warm, almost living
Still scenting of life
We wrapped her with love
and knotted the ribbons
We made sure she was beautiful
As she came, so will she leave
I bid her goodbye on Monday
I bid my other mother, my favorite baker
And I whispered in all my prayers,
every possible goodbye
I watched her bathe for the last time
I watched her rest for the last time
I watched her being cared for, for the last time
I watched her until I had to kiss her for the last time
I watched them carry her for the last time
I watched them rest her for the last time
I watch the soil cover her as she slept for the last time
I thought I said goodbye for the last time
...I'm still saying goodbye
I doubt it'll ever be for the last time.
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