By Becky Yates
I watched my mother sleeping,
But she probably couldn’t tell,
Nor would she know my name,
Her mind is hidden beneath a veil.
I know she is in there somewhere,
But disease has robbed her mind.
Oh, I wish that she would kiss me
And hug me, please, just one more time.
While I feel the hot tears coming,
Rolling down both cheeks unchecked,
I wish I could turn back time now,
Before her memories turned to Black.
Just one more conversation,
Just one more “stopping by”
Just one more, “Mom, I love you.”
Before this Long Goodbye.
Now when I see her sleeping,
For her, there is sweet release,
And so I begin my prayer,
“Oh Lord, just give her peace.”
