Time With Mom Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

I watched the two of them
Sitting together on the couch.
Working a jig saw puzzle
Searching for the parts to a house.

Their gazes intent, glancing back and forth.
Mother and Daughter,
Searching for pieces
To contribute their worth.

Engrossed they were
In this special time.
The Love came through.
In this time with Mom.

As the evening wore on
The confusion began.
Just like a curtain
Slowly going down.

Mom was getting tired.
Wanted to retire to bed.
Conversations started
Of the thoughts in her head.

Memories of the past.
People long dead.
They were still around.
That's what she said.

When all tucked in,
She was made as comfortable as could be.
Now it was our time.
My wife and me.

Tomorrow's coming
As quick as could be.
Whatever it brings,
We'll surely see.
As we pass the hours
Spending time with Mom.