She was the one who at the beginning gave life to you
Who suckled you and changed your nappies when due
And was the one who soothed you as you were crying
Tucking you into your bed when at night you were lying
When young she was the shield when arrows flew
And a rock as a base when as an adult you grew
As you grew older she was a constant in your world
To be there when you needed advice to be unfurled
Now you are the one who holds most of the cards
And will in the end have to go the whole nine yards
What does it mean when the end maybe so near
When decisions may be made about one so dear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Just read your beautiful poem on mother. It touched me, liked it so much! 'What does it mean when the end maybe so near When decisions may be made about one so dear.' - These two lines made me think about my mother who is nearly 85 years old now.