A Mother is a mother still
The holiest thing alive.
~ Coleridge
How do I tell her
that its okay?
it’s okay to go away?
How do I tell her
its okay to let go?
I will watch the others grow?
How do I tell her
How do I tell her?
How much longer
can She stay this way?
terrible pain, every day?
How much longer
can She endure?
with Pain so Pure?
How much longer
How much Longer?
What can I do
but be there through the pain
As Her tears fall like rain?
What can I do
but tell Her I love her
Wish I was more like her?
How do I tell Her?
How much Longer?
What can I do?
But stay strong?
Death lies on Her
Like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
~Shakspeare
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 
That was painfully beautiful. There is more- death is but opening another door!
Because you love her, you find the strength you need to put aside your own emotions
and be who and what she needs for you to be to try and ease her fear and, her tears.
To be in such pain that she cries is very sad. Big hugs to you Mia.
Growing up is hard and letting go of your kids is harder. Well spoken!