When Mom Comes To Die Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

You spend your life
Being nourished and loved.
From those special people
The ones, God sent from above.
They work and they toil
To give you their best.
They take pleasure and joy
Sharing in your happiness.
A kiss or a hug
At just the right time;
Makes you warm inside,
Puts you on cloud nine.
They give so much
As the years come and go.
They are always there.
They want you to know.
Time passes on
Until your grown and leave.
They wait patiently
To help out
In your times of need.
And then, it's their time.
As they begin to fail.
They know it's their time.
When, they just can't tell.
They don't want to be a burden.
Just need somewhere to rest.
A cup of soup and a smile.
And they'll be back at their best.
Some kids running round
With laughter filling the air;
Let's them know
They haven't a care.
When Mom comes to die
She puts all things aside.
Doesn't want anything special.
Doesn't want you to cry.
Just see to her needs.
Give her time to rest.
Talk of old times.
The ones she liked best.
She'll know when to go
When the darkness falls.
She'll just slip away
And that, will end it all.