My Mother Mary

My mother Mary, with her presence she graced Young at heart, and her beauty unscathed Maintaining her courage when she became ill Overcoming her fears with her faith and strong will Taken first was her sight, then her blood became low Having life-giving blood, through her veins it did flow Ever caring for her, we were never apart Remaining by her side until death she did part My memories of her grow fonder each day As she’s now in heaven, at peace she will stay Regrets? I have none for I did all in my power Yet I miss her so deeply with each passing hour