In my crib, alone at night… wind blowing the curtains, the closet door a fright…
Thinking I was all alone, calling out in childish terror…
And mom was always there.
So many days and nights of illness, bedbound in my early years…
Always needing special care…
And mom was always there.
Traveling across the country, paper bags carried with her…
For those unpleasant moments of motion sickness…
Wish we had gone by air!
And Mom was always there.
Several deaths in the family, dad and big sis were two…
I asked, how do you go through this?
“My faith”, she said, “and you need it too”…
And Mom was always there.
Many years passed by, more then we ever imagined would…
I became her caregiver, her parent, her mom…
For over 4 years…
I was always there…
Go home now mom, it’s ok, dad is waiting for you…
Jesus too!
Holding her hand watching her breath as her time drew near…
But mom was always here….
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