They complimented her,
On the new haircut,
The ladies of the ward.
Little did they know,
It was coming out,
In handfuls now.
Six months left,
The doctor gave her.
Then the husband,
And the children,
No more.
How to leave this,
Then.
The family she had,
So longed for.
To hear to the voice,
of the one I love.
It has been too long,
nearly.
This long time,
to hear her voice.
Their was a time, I was not sure,
she would come.
These days I longed for ...
The first diaper.
The first word.
The first step.
These I thought would never come.
We shared a hammer,
when she was three.
It was our first home in Logan.
She helped me to remodel the entrance.
Now I wait by the phone,
as my Mom did for me
To help her in her time of need.
May I ever be grateful for the gifts,
she has offered me
