Mom

Mom, I've written of you before, I see you coming in the door, I see the smile upon your face, I feel the warmth of your embrace. Even though you've been gone so many years, I still feel those bitter-sweet tears, I feel your hand upon my arm, And I knew that you would keep me from harm. Mom, when you left, God took you for a reason, Your brain had been gone for many a season, For Alzheimer's claimed that wonderful brain, And now your mind was in its chains. I miss you Mom-I always will, For life with you held many thrills, You loved to travel-to go on walks, You liked to get up at midnight-and snack and talk. Yes, I miss you Mom, but I'll bet one thing, I bet you've taught the angels to dance and sing, You and Al are probably doing the jitterbug, While the angels cheer-then give you big hugs. I'll see you Mom, when it's my turn.