Mother Is Old Now Poem by Della Perry

She is old now, frail, weak now,
Her mind occasionally flits
back to her hard, smart self
The selfish self that few cared for!
Yet now her limbs are gnarled
Bent, twisted, like her mind once.
They rebel against her wishes,
Slow and hesitant to obey as her children were, once.
She feels hopeless,
The control has gone,
I look on;
My emotions are not what were expected,
I have sympathy and love.
For I see the little girl that once was so
Fragile and terrified,
In a world that forced her to be hard and unkind.