Mother My Angel

I took this job, that has no pay; to care for her during her earthly stay. Her body is weak, and her memory drifts off, and fonder times she loves to speak. The days are long, and the nights unrest, I know my patience, my Lord test. She talks to me, and tells me things, about all the days when she was young. So many things I did not know, I watch her face, and see it glow. Her memories are now mine, something money can't buy, and I will cherish them always, until the day I die.