All of us really need a lot of relief
After suffering from so much grief
Carrying for parent with short time to live
And comfortable moments trying to give.
All that is left is frail body and gray hair;
I want to do away with her despair
And care for her until the very end;
Then God in heaven, will want to send.
She was jovial and always had much joy;
Full of fun like playing with a little toy
Given to her when she was once a child;
One day her fingernails she began to file.
Growing up many things we all will meet;
Memorizing poems and having to repeat
Each one over and over in our head,
But first must feed Mom before I go to bed.
Many poems about my Mom, I had written;
When we first adopted a cute little kitten;
One day did die and in my mind will remain
As I write this poem and sing a sad refrain.