She lingers at her son's side anticipating his final breath.
Final words whispered, heart to heart, mom to son.
She draws the cover around him, tucking in feisty edges.
She hovers, wiping his brow, giving through her pain, longing to wake up from the nightmare.
My son's best friend is going ahead. They walked hand and hand, pilgrims in their generation, proclaiming a message of hope. Hope tested. Hope soon confirmed.
Friend of the bridegroom could not attend the wedding. Wasn't able to stand by his side joining the celebration. His fiance sat among the witnesses.
My son is on his honeymoon .... Her son awaits his final breath ....