MOTHER'S HOPE

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I'm in the winter of my life;
It is the strangest thing.
Outside I see the seasons passed;
Inside it seems like spring.
I look behind; there's nothing there.
Ahead is much the same.
To find the purpose in between
Now seems to be a game.
When I was young I did not think
Things would turn out this way.
Of age I did not think at all;
Forever young I'd stay.
Now balanced on the edge like this
Is not for faint of heart.
The end is near so I know that
Today I could depart.
I have a choice; I carry on.
It is a common fight.
I only hope that God is there
To take me from the 'night'.

MOTHER'S DREAM
MOTHER'S GAMES
MOTHER'S LEAVING
MOTHER'S MARKET MEMORY
MOTHER'S MEMORIAL BENCH
MOTHER'S SAD ATTACK
MOTHER'S WAR
MOTHER'S WAKE