It was all coming to an end but she never saw it that way
Wrapped in an old quilt in a tattered chair
“Life is harsh you know girl,” she would always say
Still shaking as she attempted to fix her gray, thin hair

The rumbling of the oxygen became a peaceful sound
Staring at me, she told her life story
From the love of her life to every memory bound
She began to cry sharing her last moments with me

I could see the struggle in her eyes
Her time was coming
To head on home to her former glory
She closed her eyes as I held her hand

It had all came to an end but she never saw it that way