I Still Remember Nights She Cried

I still remember nights she cried and knew life would not be the same. My feelings then I could not hide and felt I should accept some blame. At seventeen I left my home and rarely came to say hello. And while I was compelled to roam my mother always loved me so. I found her when her time was due and saw her life was passing fast but never thought it would be true that this would be the very last. I thought somehow she would come back while others then had not much hope. And while real faith I did not lack there was so much with which to cope. Then close to her I then did wait when death had visited her bed. I found her when it was too late to say the things I could have said.