We thought she had at least a month left.
She seemed in good spirits with energy on most days.
So we ate and we went out,
Had visitors and snuggled with the dog.
We talked and we shed some tears
Along with a whole lot of laughing.
Her daughter would curl up
Next to her in bed each night.
The cannula in place
And the loud oxygen machine was on.
Both were settled and comfy.
First mom would begin to read
But when her eyes got fuzzy from
Morphine, Atavan and the lull of the O2
The daughter would take over reading
Not missing a line.
But mom’s eyes would open
Because she didn’t want to miss a word
It was a sight to see
And was really so lovely
To watch mother and daughter
Read the likes of Brene Brown’s
“Daring Greatly” on library loan.
With a synopsis that says
“How the courage to be vulnerable
Transforms the way we
Live, Love, Parent and Lead.”
So even when close to the end,
Learning vulnerability is essential
And in discussing these concepts
Mother and daughter could
Work out some kinks in their past
And make sure that their love
Was clear and understood
Despite the book being overdue.
For the few times I peered in
And was struck by this scene
I believe it may stay with me forever.
What a gift this daughter gave
To herself and to her mother,
Who has now left this vulnerable earth.
I hope someone gives that to me
Before I leave all behind.
Because Daring Greatly is no easy feat.