Mother’s Day Visit
By Nancy Julien Kopp
Her step has slowed;
her hands shake.
Age has left its mark.
The sparkle’s gone;
her eyes no longer shine.
Years have taken a toll
Yet, deep inside
the thin, frail body
lives my mother,
she who nurtured and
created a haven where
I rested, safe and loved,
a mom who taught me
all about devotion
and how to make a home.
She shared my joys
and wept at the sorrows
sprinkled in my life,
rejoiced at each new birth,
listened to my tales,
counseled and cared.
I hold her trembling hand,
and whisper thanks and love.
Please God, let her know,
before our time is gone,
that her love lives on
within me now and evermore.
© May 2004