One Day More

This is a memorial poem for my uncle Paul who passed away yesterday. My mother wanted me to work around the title. Here it is:

Sometimes the hill is just to steep,
the summit out of sight.
Fight to climb it through the day
and ache throughout the night.

The motivation's fading,
the energy depleted.
The pace has slowed and now
to reach the point of being defeated.

Now no longer walking,
and all the breathe is gone.
The hill slipped into darkness
and not one light is on.

If only to have seen it,
or had been by your side.
Together we'd have climbed it,
my aid with every stride.

Everything has stopped,
no longer just a chore.
The happiness to see you,
If just for one day more.