No Less Days
It's not if but when that winter comes with swirls of snow and ice,
When a bleakness and the darkness typifies a time not nice;
So it is with death of mother through slow steps of her demise,
It's not if but when this happens bringing teardrops to our eyes.We each lose our earthly parents some time in our span of years –
Sometimes early, in the middle, at the end, (or leave them tears).
Some through death, some through departure, each has challenges to bear
Which are different for each person, coloured by their gifts of care.In the past the Prayer Book said it, “Grant us days to say goodbye”,
Sudden death was much more common, bringing low and shuddered sigh;
But today same Prayer Book says it, “Give us not a lingered time”
For the circumstance has shifted: old age – sickness, drawn out grind.Lots of time for our goodbyes now, medics can extend our years,
Though they still must raise the pleasure to a life that's often tears;
It will come, but in the meantime, much extended is the gift
Of the question, “What to do” through many days of “when, not if”.navigation