Hands gnarled
Back stooped
Mind – sometimes good , sometimes not
Pain, ever-present pain
A look of wonderment as to why she is still here
She wants to go – has asked the Lord many times to go
And yet for some reason not known to us, is still here
We remember when we think about it
The days when we were held and she melted our incurable problems away


The days long past
Now we are the caregiver – the roles reversed
Although at times, it seems odd
If we take the long view, we know it is the natural order of things
As we look at our own hands
And see the beginning lines
As we feel the twinge of back pain beginning and hearing faltering, we know the place where she is
Is the place where we will be?
 
My Mother –the one who loved me most