Slipping Away From Me By: E. G. Moore (mother) My son lay there sleeping, slipping away, away from me; I call his name, he does not answer; Slipping away, away from me. I knew that he wanted to go, but I wasn't ready to make it so: I hesitated and I tried to hang on, Because it wasn't supposed to be this way. My son has no children, he can't understand, The hurt I felt when I saw him suffering; Yet even thou I knew he was tired, I encouraged him to stay here with me. I, like all other mothers adhere to the mother's code of ethics, that define the order of departure; which clearly indicates: old before young. This is the reason it is so difficult to respect his desire to slip away; But I feel it and I can see you slipping away, away from me. Just know that I love you so much and that I would gladly take your place. I cannot bear to accept the truth, of your slipping away, away from me. copyright date: 05/28/2010

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.