Always Close
They were always close
Mom and Faye
No father around
Mom painted flowers
Faye planted them
They made a life
Years flew by
Mom needed a wheelchair
Faye pushed
Then Mom died
Faye's in the wheelchair now
No one to push
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017
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