She hath wings

Always my constant;

Championing my cause-

Hard-working mama,

Never seeking applause.

Honoured to serve and

To be there always;

An anchor, a beacon-

On the darkest of days.

It’s hard knowing several

Years away,

My dear mother

May not remember today.

Her body will fail

And her mind fade some more;

My mind cannot rest-

My heart is sore.

I know my love for her

Will remain;

I’ll walk with her

No matter the strain.

Speaking up when she

Can no longer

My heart is breaking

Yet love is stronger.

©️ M.Patterson 3.6.2026