She did not have to do it.

She chose to anyway.

I was not family.

She didn’t have to stay.

She walked  beside me, through my most devastating days.

 

My mother’s battle with cancer was ending,

her days on earth were few.

There was so much work to do,

I was overwhelmed by pain and grief.

She walked besides me, providing sweet relief.

 

She helped me plan the funeral,

She helped me resolving the estate.

She gave me a place to sleep,

When the night watch was too great.

She walked beside me, a gift of love so sweet.

 

She knew my mother through their church,

Through my mother she knew me.

She walked beside me, an angel if I ever did see.