My last chance to hold your hand;

to hear your voice;

to feel your breath.

My last chance to squeeze you tight;

to see your smile;

to wipe your tears.

My last chance to kiss your cheek;

to share a laugh;

to memorise your face.

My last chance to say goodbye

and it’s not enough.

Not enough time.

Not enough words

but my time is up,

my chance is slipping.

My heart is breaking,

“Goodbye mum”

and your eyes start fading.