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