A short poem about the last time I saw my mom smile.
She smiled more near the end
Not sure if she was aware
Was she smiling because
She didn’t know what to say
Or because she was listening
Her words became few
Her breathing became labored
Her smiles became fewer
Her eyelashes fluttered
She knew we were there
Her eyes didn’t open,
But she would hold my hand
When I said goodbye
One final time
I saw the corners
Of her lips turn upward
One final smile
Extended to me
How thankful I am
That she smiled near the end
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