I knelt by the bedside of mother dear

Contemplating the passing of the years

the warmth, the cold, the in between

Seemed only an instant now to me

Years of just giving, though she could not see

Had made her an angel, strong and free

Hardened by sadness, softened by love

The perfect concoction to raise her boys up

And now she lay resting, a much needed sleep

A few words from between her lips did seep

No regrets, only peace did her proud features wear

Final whispers wandered away without care