NOTHING IS PERMANENT

"It's a boy," they rejoiced at last She held him close, her tears fell fast. At fifty, God's will had come to be Her longing heart was finally free. Days faded to weeks, weeks to months The boy, her gem, began to bloom. Months turned to years in swift pursuit She watched him grow, her love resolute. Yet as he grew, her joy grew thin The warmth he gave began to dim. Time, like a thief, stole his love for her Stories they become all that fun they shared. He married, settled, found his way Her world collapsed, now cast away. The mother’s wisdom, once so prized Was now ignored, no longer prized.