O MY MOTHER
Can I bring you drink when you are thirsty, can we break some bread when you are hungry?
Can I wipe the tears when you are sad, or bring to you my loving Dad?
Can I smooth your hair to calm your soul, or refresh your mind this illness stole?
Can I share the smiles of our little ones, to bring you joy when you have none?
Can I assure you daily that I’m still here, to help keep away all your fears?
Can I hide the pain with a convincing smile, when you ask about those who have been gone for awhile?
Can I make you laugh when the moment is tense, and be there to fight in your defense?
Can I deflect the hurt when it shows in your eyes, and stand by during the lows and the highs?
Can I remind you of what a great Mother you are, the perfect balance of gentle and firm?
Can I revel in your gentle sweet ways, that you guided us with in our darkest days?
Can I tell you sincerely of your beautiful face, showing the years of life’s toughest race?
Can I tell you this with a fervent voice, that living with this was never your choice?
I will do all these things to help ease your pain, just to have my real Mother a few moments again.