I’m standing on the crossing,
staring out into the night.
Silence wrapped around me,
with not a soul in sight.
I’m waiting for the passage,
the ride to some place else.
I’m not taking any luggage,
and I’m going by myself.
But then I hear you’re calling,
wailing out my name.
I know for you my darling,
life won’t be the same.
I want to run and hold you,
to do what mothers will.
I can’t leave now I’m here,
everything stands still.
I said I would be leaving,
knew the time would come.
Please remember all our years,
the times so full of fun.
I’m so proud I am your mother,
that we had this time.
I wouldn’t say it often,
but I’d use the word sublime.
Now I’m crossing over,
you won’t come for years.
I know my passing will be painful,
With many, many tears.
But please just wait a moment,
while I say goodbye.
I know I ask an awful lot of you,
but please my darling try.
As while I stand here waiting,
for the train to come.
I’m holding on to moments,
that I am still your mum.
Daily Prompt – Crossing
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