My Mother

She was so active tending to her garden.

So active attending Legion of Mary meetings.

Visiting the sick at the hospital.

So active involved with BEC,

A neighborhood spiritual gathering.

Now she has become so small

Bent over with age and due to a fall.

I looked at her and ached

but retained my emotions.

I knew I could not face it.

And so when I was with her.

I kept them frozen.

Now I can let the tears fall.

As I ache for her.

She wishes she is younger again.

That she can walk without pain.

That her hands can again hold things properly.

Her one good eye see more clearly

Her hearing better.

Her body would not ache so.

And there is little I can do

But stay with her physically when I was with her.

In spirit when I am away from her.

She is precious to me, my Mother.