She was diagnosed on a Friday
the kids were almost home
the kids were on their way
back home from school
lying face down in the gutter
of unaccomplished dreams and broken memories
of things to come
"sorry ma'am I really am
I had to break the news
I had to make the phone call to tell you
that you're due you know where
I'll tell you when and I suggest you start living
these next three weeks the best way that you can"
every night for three long weeks
she'd roam the hallways half asleep
and as the footsteps fade away in my mind
I could swear
I could swear
I heard her say
don't wait for me I've got a lot to do
I've got a lot to be and in the end
maybe I'll see you there lost her strength on a Saturday
spent the day in bed
yeah I'm fine it's just the flu
she said with a smile
but when they turned their backs
the tears would flow
she knew she only had a while to live
to breath to be to see to bleed to stand
on her own two weakened feet
"and so I pray everyday
don't take my mother away"
and in the end maybe I'll see you there
you know I'll see you there