May 13, 2012
Not as young as I remembered
I watch the tremble of your fingers
But your spine is still a stubborn tree
And the strength I know still lingers

There is grey mixed in with gold
Where hair falls upon your shoulders
Strands shine familiar in the light
Like I never left this home

And though now you stand on shaky legs
And your walk grows slow with age
You’re still the mother I remember
With those kind eyes that never changed

Your love a constant in the storm

You are the beacon from the shore
Your arms have always kept me warm
Those things will never fade away

And though we both keep growing older
And your body may yet wane
You are the mother that I love
I’ll hold your hand through just the same

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