Lovely Aging Mother
In her eyes
soft glances
glimpses of
empty stares
hopelessness
In her hands
soft to touch
of tenderness
soft as satin
yet worn of age
In her arms
my tiny body
once laid, now
Failing attempts
each arm's made
In her face
lights glow
joy she shows
but, now drawn
from age
In her words
her voice alerting
as bells ringing
now gibberish
from illness
In her heart
family she once
nestled, now
she patently lingers
awaiting her long rest
Linda Terrell
March 11, 2010
When our parents grow old we long for their youthful appearances. However, we love them
all the more, for they await as their bodies fail them day to day. Awaiting Gods long rest.
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