What About Mom
I know I'm getting old
I know it's true
I can hear my children arguing about mom
and what to do
You take her, no not me
I have children, I don't need three
She's your mother too, why can't she stay and be with you?
She's always wanting me to sit and stay,
as if we don't have better things to do
She getting so old and not able to do
All the things she use to
Driving here and there
Cooking, the cleaning she can not bear
More work
More time
Less for me, and mine
We could put her in a home, she'll understand it's our
Time to be alone
Who's going to tell her, maybe it should be you,
You're the oldest but she always favors you
God I wish it didnt have to be me
I'll tell her tomorrow before we leave that
mom, we just can't agree
It's okay my children I will do, I will go home very soon
O God take me now, I wish not to listen to the shame
that my children weep of the burden of my keep
I only wish for them to have peace
So close my eyes and I shall sleep
wake upon the heavenly stars there God waits for me
I hope they will tell my grandchildren of my star above
And tell them of Nana's greatest love
watching over them from this star
Loving and caring through thick and thin until the end
my love
Copyright © Terese Marcoe | Year Posted 2014
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