I wonder if you know, you busy boy <br />how luck has favoured you, yes you were pampered. <br />She lives her life with functions so impaired <br />her toothless jaw set hard in stern determination. <br /> <br />There has not been a single day or night <br />that she would let her thoughts stray for too long <br />away from you to news and other trivia <br />it is her nature to be there for you alone. <br /> <br />And if you cannot see that room inside your heart <br />reserved for her, with all the comfort you would find <br />in place for one long lifetime unconditional and true <br />then time has come for you to think outside your mind. <br /> <br />The day will come that you shall stand beside her grave <br />perhaps a tear or two start rolling down your cheek <br />while words come easy then, if you are all alone <br />she will then listen to the words you've never said.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-mother/
