If we could know for certain
As our lives go slipping past
Of the moments we hold precious
Which times would be the last
I don’t believe that we could bear it
For the times that we most treasure
Would be robbed of every drop of joy
If we knew how they were measured
The last time I came to visit
Mom was sitting in her chair
We talked of everyday things
And I was not aware
That this would be the last time
A shadow crossed her face
Death’s shadow lurking there
And I don’t know how to let go
Don’t know how to say goodbye
I kiss her forehead in my dreams
Her soft white curls comfort my lips
I awake and hear a cry
It is my own
But I know
Someday when I am standing
On that bright holy shore
And I hear the angel shouting
That time shall be no more
My sorrows and my tears
Will quickly fade into the past
I’ll enjoy unending first times
Without a single last