To My Mother

I loved you in your perfect health

When duty filled your day--

I love you now in shifting sands

Where no one knows the way.

I loved you as a little girl

Who brought you every care--

I love you now as woman grown

With aches you cannot bear.

I loved you in the quiet sun

On Sabbath afternoons--

I'll love you in the midnight hours

When shadows fill the room.

I'll love you when to bed confined

You rest your feeble frame --

I'll stroke your hair and kiss your face

When you forget my name.

--CJW--

2-14-2015

She never did!