Mom
Where did the time go, where are the days
Tending my source, in declining phase
Where once she was straight, healthy and strong
Jitterbug dancer, who sang her own song
Loved by so many, wronged by her men
Gave them the boot, then pursued again
Loved our true Lord, councelled the lost
Gave of herself, her gift at no cost
Now she is sick, never the same
Tremers and shakes, partially lame
Her diet ruled by sugar and salt
Everything counted, her steps and her walk
I know this is life, it's what we are dealt
Riches aside, health is true wealth
Time is so precious, we learn this so late
Now my mother's keeper, full circle of fate
Pax
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Thanks for sharing.
Ron
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
This is a very touching poem that I'm sure many of can relate to. When I think of my mother as a young woman and the long sickness preceding her death, well, words don't do any feelings justice. Take care.
Mary
Be always safe,
Karen
God bless,
Lew
Yes, this is life but we can't help thinking it could be other ways.
This will stay with me a long time.
John