It Will… She gripped the lace fingers,
interlocking with her own.
Reaching out her other, she stroked
the back of her mothers, brittle hand.
“It will be all right.”
The one who always watched over her,
was now being watched over.
They breathed together taking in short,
lifeless attempts to stay alive.
She gazed at her mother sleeping,
probably didn’t even know of
the presence at her bedside.
Carefully she watched for a whisper,
or a sign she may be awakening.
One second, one minute, one hour,
Then…
One sharp arduous gasp.
“It will be all right,”
her mother spoke.
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