I look at life with aching heart

My mother and her life to part

Long gone the days when in her prime

She held me close, yes all the time

My tiny hand upon her face

For aging lines there was no trace

In my mind I see her still

But through my eyes I see she’s ill

What foul trick does this life now play?

To age us both day by day

Oh to be that child again

And have a body free from pain

To run and gamble among the flowers

And see the trees as such great towers

Alas that life it cannot be

So for tomorrow, I wait and see