She Needs A Mommy

In her mid-forties and struggling to be well,

Like a little girl, she needs a mommy,

A mommy to make some healing chicken soup,

And then, though she has no appetite, coax her to eat.

She needs a mommy with a gentle touch,

To pull covers to her chin and read to her ‘till she sleeps,

A mommy to lay a cool cloth on her sweaty brow,

Or to tenderly hold her hand, her troubles to ease.

She needs a mommy to be there, a pillar of strength,

Whose shoulder she can weep on and whose spirit engulfs her,

And then when the tears have spent themselves,

She needs a mommy who helps her to keep keeping on.

She needs a mommy, filled with love unconditional,

To tell her of the miracle she has always been.

She needs a mommy, she does, but alas she’s without,

So all we who love her, will each do our part.