A Song for Mom

The very first song I ever wrote was a song honoring my mother. Here are the lyrics:

My mother is dying. When my dad passed away a few months ago, we all thought she would die of broken heart syndrome. Turns out, her maternal instinct is way more stronger than her broken heart.

Growing up, she always said, “Your father comes first. After all, when you kids are grown and off on your own, I shall still have your father. He will always be first.” We knew how much they loved each other. They showed us every day, in the little things. The way they said good-bye to each other as Dad went off to work. The way they greeted each other when Dad came home. The way they would look at each other and the little signs of affection they shared.

But, as my mother has slipped into the last leg of her journey these past two weeks, we have seen her love for us roar quietly as she has resisted the call of the other side. When she was still able to communicate with us, she said, “I know I am dying and I need to let go.” She spoke to each of us expressing her love and making us promise to be strong when the time comes. But her instinct to shield us from the hurt and pain of losing her has been evident as she has resisted the pain medication that would ease her suffering, knowing it would make it impossible for her to communicate with us. Even as the dying process has continued, she has refused to let it take over, and is still holding on. We know it’s because of her love for us. Without having anything to eat or drink for over a week, she is still holding on. Through feverish days and nights, she is still holding on. She wants to spare us this final hurt.

But it’s OK, Mama. We are strong. We are your children. You have taught us well. And yes, it will hurt and the pain will be intolerable at times, but we will be OK. We have each other. We shall turn to each other and find comfort and solace in the love you have shown us. In the strength you have passed on to us, even in these last few days. We love you Mama. Godspeed. Let the angels bring you the joy of taking you to your place in heaven. With Dad. Together. And we’ll see you on the other side.