The moment was bittersweet,
My baby sister stood by Mom's coffin and cried.
I stood with her as she held Mom's hand;
And begged her not to go.

I held her and my Mom's hand at the same time.
It was the moment when I accepted that Mom's journey was complete.
I told my sister that Mom had given us her all,
And at this moment she would want us to carry on.

To celebrate the joys that she always shared with us,
Give the love in our hearts to each other;
As it is her love in our hearts that must go on to honor her,
And it was then when I held Mom's hand for the final time.

Yet the coldness of her hand did not lessen the warmth of her heart,
A loving warmth she had instilled in us.