This poem was inspired by the last time I kissed my daughter, three days before she died.
Last Kiss
If I knew it would be the last time my lips touched your forehead,
I would’ve stayed longer beside your bed.
If I would’ve known my last sleepover was next to you in a hospital chair,
I would’ve booked every single night and been right there.
Morning till night,
Never leaving your sight.
When we meet again in Heaven above,
I picture our embrace being full of love.
With you kissing my cheek and hugging me tight,
Telling me softly, “Mom, it’s going to be alright.”
Until then,
Sweet Hannah, how I will forever miss:
That LAST KISS.
