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I first marked hours, and then the days
And soon I marked months too
The years, they passed on one by one
From time when I lost you

Today marks 18 years and still 
I long to see your smile
A mother, whether sick or well
Makes life seem more worthwhile

I marked the years before you died
With pain, and tears and fear
For as I child I knew back then
That death was always near

I marked each labored breath you took
I marked the times you cried
I marked the words you tried to speak
I marked the times you sighed

I marked the times you tried to sing
And how you mourned the loss
Of all that MS took away
It was to be your cross

I marked the day you fell asleep
Rememberance is now
I write these words for I must make
You come to life somehow

In dreams at night I see you still
And though the times are few
It brings a solace to my heart
To be in dreams with you

I sigh and hold my vigil still
But I am not alone
For Jesus also marks this day
To Him its time was known

He marks with love your resting place
He marks the day and hour
When he will come, the Prince of Peace
With resurrection power

He’ll raise you with His might voice
He’ll call your name: “Arise!”
And then I’ll hold you close to me
As we meet in the skies

And so I mark each passing day
The weeks, the months the years
Until I see you once again
And we cry happy tears.

Eileen Manassian
March 19, 2018 
(My mother passed away on March 19, 2000 from MS. She was a woman of faith, character, and integrity. I grew up having to see her become gradually incapacitated due to the illness. She once looked at me and said, "You're scared I'm going to die, aren't you?" My answer....tears, and we both cried. I can never be the kind of woman she was. She needs to be remembered.)

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