So Hard to Leave

Why must it be so hard to leave?
You know I'm ready. You know I'm done.
Lingering, burdening, day by day,
With ills and bills my daughter pays.
Why test now that I believe?
 
Can there be more that I must do?
Perhaps forgotten or left undone?
I've been daughter, mother, lover, friend.
I ask, what more? And, to what end?
Is there more than my faith in You?
 
Why must it be so hard to leave,
When babies join You now?
I'm sorry for my selfish mood.
I'm usually really very good.
Still, why must it be so hard to leave?