Sitting with Mama alone in her bedroom

She opened her eyes, and then squeezed my hand

She said, I have to go now, my time here is over

And with her final word, she tried to help me understand

Mama whispered softly, Time will ease your pain

Life’s about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye

It’s OK to hurt, and it’s OK to cry

Come, let me hold you and I will try

How can I help you to say goodbye?

How can I help you to say goodbye?

—Karen Taylor-Good, Burton Collins

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