I came to look into your eyes
to memorize each honored wrinkle
on your brow, knowing that somehow
I am a part of each.
I came to hold your precious hand,
to try and understand
the gentle strength therein
through out the years.
I came to see your lovely smile
that I saw across the miles
on days when I’d be gone
away from home.
I came to hear your steady voice
a never failing choice
through all of life’s uncertainties
“there’s hope”, you would rejoice.
I came and every time
there is no doubt in mind of
Mother’s love. A word, a look,
a touch, in the entire world no such.
I came and always found, Mother’s love.
jrw ⓒ 2002