What About Mom

I know I'm getting old I know it's true I can hear my children arguing about mom and what to do You take her, no not me I have children, I don't need three She's your mother too, why can't she stay and be with you? She's always wanting me to sit and stay, as if we don't have better things to do She getting so old and not able to do All the things she use to Driving here and there Cooking, the cleaning she can not bear More work More time Less for me, and mine We could put her in a home, she'll understand it's our Time to be alone Who's going to tell her, maybe it should be you, You're the oldest but she always favors you God I wish it didnt have to be me I'll tell her tomorrow before we leave that mom, we just can't agree It's okay my children I will do, I will go home very soon O God take me now, I wish not to listen to the shame that my children weep of the burden of my keep I only wish for them to have peace So close my eyes and I shall sleep wake upon the heavenly stars there God waits for me I hope they will tell my grandchildren of my star above And tell them of Nana's greatest love watching over them from this star Loving and caring through thick and thin until the end my love