Poem 611

My Mother by Lisa Izzie

He sang a song called Veronica,

And my eyes brimmed full with tears.

For he sang of a woman,

who'd forgotten her name,

Now that she's in later years.

She was strong, she was vibrant, she was loving.

Her eyes would dance all around,

And now she just sits by the window,

Not knowing what all is around.

As he sings I think of my mother,

Who resides in the home for the aged.

Were it hurts to see her life works,

Has ended here at this stage.

Oh my mother, my mother, I miss you!

And I love you so, I do,

And I know that I'm wrong when I visit,

That I don't come more than I do.

But it hurts, it just hurts, when I see you,

You're no more the mother I knew.

And I cry, I just cry, when I see you,

Because I miss you, I love you, I do.