To love and nurture what was part of yourself. The child now grown, Looks back on trusted virtue, To share with what he now owns. All wisdom, love and strength of you, Never grace his lips without a frown. Sharing thoughts of death not with ease, As you lay dying, His wish only to please. Months go by not able to start crying, The son listens to his mother wheeze.
Time goes by and by, To share life's memories of long ago.
All three must disappear. He calls to his mother to stop it, The cloak gracefully snatches his fear. The mother's work now done, Goes on as an angel in heaven, To share guidance to one son. Now he must go on driven, By memories of her love not gone. I hope you liked it.