This is the end?

Mom and me.

This is the end?
Like this?

In disbelief,
but know it’s true.

I’m broken.
I’m numb.

Forever wishing,
I did more for you.

This is the end?
Here?
In this place?

With chaos and noise,
and sad face after sad face.

With caring staff,
but too few.

This is the end?
Like this?
For you?

It can’t be,
but it is.

Take your time, Mom.
I don’t need to know when.

I’ll be here.
Because this is the end.