A place to add your poems forum: My Mother Or Yours
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| She shufled along, shoulders bent, her age was showing as along she went. Her hair now white, instead of brown. And oh so slowly she walked through town. She looked in the windows, watched people walk by, If they looked her way she quietly said hi. As I watched the thought struck me, that's me in time. And this could be your mother, or even mine. |
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Love this poem. So true.  |
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| You know it's true. I even see my mother's eyes looking back at me. Now my hair is getting silver in it too. If I start watching "Little House on the Prarie" I'm really going to get worried. Loved it, Doris. |
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I love that Doris thank you!! Your thread is growing!! 
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Thank you Robin, now I am getting better and back on line I need to add more poems.  |
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During and after an illness we often have more poetry to write.  |
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| So true |
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| Like your poem, Doris... and it so fit at this time, as we just visited my Mother-in-law in a nursing home 2 wks.ago, and I was thinking how strong she used to be, and how weak she was getting, also how much I would miss her when she isn't here someday. |
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| That is a wonderful poem Doris!! My dearest friend is a nurse, 30+ years, first 25 years caring for terminal cancer patients. Then her mother became ill from cancer and she went and cared for her to the end. She now works in an assisted living facility; and that is exactly what she says about her patients... this could have been my mother... this is someones' mother. Shine Your Light |
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