Your Mother - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I wonder if you know, you busy boy
how luck has favoured you, yes you were pampered.
She lives her life with functions so impaired
her toothless jaw set hard in stern determination.
There has not been a single day or night
that she would let her thoughts stray for too long
away from you to news and other trivia
it is her nature to be there for you alone.
And if you cannot see that room inside your heart
reserved for her, with all the comfort you would find
in place for one long lifetime unconditional and true
then time has come for you to think outside your mind.
The day will come that you shall stand beside her grave
perhaps a tear or two start rolling down your cheek
while words come easy then, if you are all alone
she will then listen to the words you've never said.
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