Moments

I’m laying here.
I know my moments are few,
And I wish they weren’t.
I finally have a family.
Two loving daughters and a son
Along with a husband who loves me so.
But I cannot fight it anymore.
It’s taken over.
As my last breath fills lungs,
I hear violins fill my ears,
And a figure forms in front of me.
It’s her.
My mother.
She’s here for me.
Her hands beckon me
And reach out for mine.
I tell her Im afraid.
That I want to be there when my daughters go off to college
When my son goes to prom.
But she tells me it’s okay.
That I’ve done my job.
That it’s time for me to join her,
And reunite once again.