It's a shame that a lot of children don't remember their senior parents or want to visit them till it is too late...

She struggles to chew her breakfast toast
Then slowly, painfully crosses to her favourite chair
Stares at where she thinks the TV is
Life no longer seems to her quite fear
She’s raised eight kids almost alone
When widowed at an early age
They say she’s old now but she wears the scars
Like a classic book on it’s last page
Glaucoma stole her eyesight away
A triple bypass slowed her movements down
Now Alzheimers wants to do the rest
Make her into some babbling clown
She don’t see too many visitors
They just can’t seem to find the time
Children quickly forget their Mothers
It should be a federal crime
She remembers when there were no cars
Remembers when there was no microwaves
Remembers when there was no TV’s
Even remembers people keeping slaves

Most of all she still remembers family
Standing by you till the end
Now it’s if you complain too loudly
There's a senior's home around the bend
She’s seen close to ninety years go by
As she wipes tears from her eyes
Knowing it’s another day she’ll be alone
Over the phone she’ll hear there little lies
Soon though she’ll be going to heaven
She smiles inside her heart to think of that
Because of the one who always was there for her
He'll puting out a special welcome mat.