Mothers Growing Older

Another cycle in life unfolds
As we watch our mom grow old
Like a veil  that was lifted away
I saw how frail she looked today
Silver threads among her hair
She looks so fragile sitting there
I'd like to fold her in my arms
Keep her warm,safe from harm
By her love I am so beguiled
In my heart I am her child
With her love I've gotten far
She'll always be my shining star
And when her light begins to dim
A part of me will die within
Every day I sit with her a while
Just to listen to her,see her smile
So each day I say a prayer
I'm so thankful she is here


carolann crowley  4/29/2011  ps my mom passed away before i wrote this.
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Guzzi Avatar
November 24, 2012 at 5:37 PM
She will live on in you, it's beautiful how much you love mom...Light & Love
Palmer Avatar
November 21, 2012 at 11:19 AM
awwwwww sooooo sweet Carol
Gildersleeve Avatar
November 14, 2012 at 5:31 PM
Beautiful Carol! I wish my mother was still here, So many thoughts never formed into words. Hugs, Connie
Harrell Avatar
October 27, 2012 at 8:08 AM
Your mother is always a part of you. Wonderful poem for you wonderful mother. We sometimes wish mothers will be here with us always. They have given us so much. Lovely write, Carol. Love ya, Toquyen
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October 26, 2012 at 7:14 PM
Oh! What a great write! I read it with tearful eyes. Your powerful words melted my heart like snow after winter. My mother died when I was hardly 12 years old. Till today her love and caring has not been erased from my soul. Your love for your mother is examplary. -Mohammad
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October 26, 2012 at 5:58 PM
I feel the same way about my mom. She's in her 50s and her name is Miss Shellon. I feel like me and my mom grew up together. I'm turning 32 soon. I am just as happy as you are that my mom is still alive and in good health and I hope she lives long enough to see me get married and have babies and become more Independent as a woman. My mother is my best ally she always was.
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