In the twilight of her life, she faces the end
Colon cancer, a battle she can\'t defend
At 85, too weak for treatment or surgery
She just wants to rest, to be free from worry
My sister takes care of her, finding a hospice place
Where she can find comfort, in her final embrace
She\'s made peace with her fate, ready to let go
I wish I had been closer, but I was lost in a toxic flow
Guilt weighs heavy on my heart, as I realize the truth
I was too consumed by my own demons, in my reckless youth
Now, at 66, with time slipping away
I want to make amends, before she fades away
I\'ll rent a car and make the journey to her side
To tell her I love her, to swallow my pride
I\'ll hold her hand and whisper my apologies
For not being there when she needed me
Mom, I\'m sorry, for the times I let you down
For the moments I lost, trying to drown
The pain and the guilt in a bottle of booze
I love you, Mom, I hope you find peace and choose
To forgive me, for all the time wasted
I\'ll cherish these moments, no more will be tasted
I\'ll be there for you now, in your final hour
To hold you close and to shower
You with the love and the care you deserve
For being my rock, even when I didn\'t preserve
The bond we shared, I\'ll make it right
Before you take flight, into the eternal night
I love you, Mom, and I\'m grateful for your grace
I\'ll hold you close, as we embrace
In this bittersweet moment, I\'ll find solace and release
As you find peace, and I bid you farewell, in quiet peace. (\"My Mom is Dying\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.