She Sat By Your Bed Poem by Juan Olivarez

She sat by your bed, while the fever raged,
Just dozing in her chair.
Appearing weary, tired, and aged,
Yet she was always there.

Seeing to your every need she stayed,
In that chair by your bed.
And you knew by God she had been made,
As she laid a cool towel, on your head.

Through thick or thin, through day and night,
She always did right by you.
Seeing you were warm, and dressed just right,
There wasn't a thing she wouldn't do.

Whether you sport a red rose on your lapel,
Or a white rose lingers there.
Remember that woman of whom I tell,
On mother's day, please show you care.