A receptionist at a dentist's told me her mother had died and I could sense her grief and I went home and wrote this because it could apply to any of us.
She died , at last, the other day,she died and left me sad.
I can't believe she's really gone and it's left me feeling bad.
She once was young and did the things that all young people do and then grew up and loved a man and then gave birth to me.
She held me close and cared for me to shield me from all harm ' til I could stand alone or so I thought, without her loving arm.
Throughout the years she watched me grow, with unspoken fears and pride. She watched as she grew old and then, our roles reversed, she let me care for her, loving me still, understanding my moments of impatience
and seeing me contrite, for she too had a mother once.
She may be gone but she will live always in my memory.
Her lovely face , her funny ways, the show of temper, her caring love will remain.
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