For Mum
She who appreciates the little things
The effortless gifts that life can bring
She who sees beauty in a stranger’s smile
A hand written letter
a fresh hair style
Her dreams of travelling
still just desires
Through her journey of life she has done what’s required
She who deserves a whole lot more
Could loose hours in an old book store
But there never seems time to just be her
Each whirlwind day passes as a blur
Yet she still takes delight in sand between toes
A Green light at crossings
Fresh Footprints on snow
has no idea of the lives she has touched
To many she has been a crutch
She who has wished a thousand wishes
But finds gratitude from her grandchild’s kisses
Inside I’m aware she’s fighting her tears
Saved up from many lonely years
Thinking nobody really sees her at all
“ Have I ever been free ?” She cannot recall
But I can hear her silent sorrow
And vow to brighten her tomorrows
Because I can see there’s so much more
Locked behind her guarded door
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