HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU

Do you recall that old clock? Rested well above your bed With the broken pair of hands The one that struck at my dawn. It ceased dancing and stopped its chime Just as you gave up the ghost As if mourning, those tiring hands stood still As if your departure is against their will. How can I repay you For every cramp, every seizure For nights of worry, eyes that wept Dismissed as "too old," yet never slept. How can I repay the pain you bore For meals skipped to offer more For battling illness, tending sores For nights stretched long and neverending chores Could any gesture, gift or word, Match the love your heart has stirred? The alms to beggars, prayers whispered Tears that fall at every mention of your name But in each moment I try To honor you as days pass by For all you've given, all you've done In gratitude, our hearts are one.